| Breathing, it once was so easy | |
| Now I’m torn between the sky and the water that climbs up | |
| And drowns me in sleep | |
| I remember, the moon caught in the trees | |
| The stars would fall and dance from branch to branch | |
| And watch me believe, hey, summer follows fall | |
| When I’m watching the rain | |
| Melt my window away | |
| Will You hold me here in | |
| Your arms | |
| When I’m sinking in pain | |
| And I’m thinking love’s late | |
| Will You hold me here in the night | |
| Constants, always change their mind | |
| All is so sublime then | |
| I blink and | |
| I find That it’s written in rain | |
| Oh after, is the sweetest smell of spring | |
| Years and years before | |
| I could see past the storm | |
| But it’s harder now, believing that summer follows fall (Repeat Chorus) |
| Breathing, it once was so easy | |
| Now I' m torn between the sky and the water that climbs up | |
| And drowns me in sleep | |
| I remember, the moon caught in the trees | |
| The stars would fall and dance from branch to branch | |
| And watch me believe, hey, summer follows fall | |
| When I' m watching the rain | |
| Melt my window away | |
| Will You hold me here in | |
| Your arms | |
| When I' m sinking in pain | |
| And I' m thinking love' s late | |
| Will You hold me here in the night | |
| Constants, always change their mind | |
| All is so sublime then | |
| I blink and | |
| I find That it' s written in rain | |
| Oh after, is the sweetest smell of spring | |
| Years and years before | |
| I could see past the storm | |
| But it' s harder now, believing that summer follows fall Repeat Chorus |
| Breathing, it once was so easy | |
| Now I' m torn between the sky and the water that climbs up | |
| And drowns me in sleep | |
| I remember, the moon caught in the trees | |
| The stars would fall and dance from branch to branch | |
| And watch me believe, hey, summer follows fall | |
| When I' m watching the rain | |
| Melt my window away | |
| Will You hold me here in | |
| Your arms | |
| When I' m sinking in pain | |
| And I' m thinking love' s late | |
| Will You hold me here in the night | |
| Constants, always change their mind | |
| All is so sublime then | |
| I blink and | |
| I find That it' s written in rain | |
| Oh after, is the sweetest smell of spring | |
| Years and years before | |
| I could see past the storm | |
| But it' s harder now, believing that summer follows fall Repeat Chorus |