Colors fade away
In thoughts of better days
She begins to see those memories in gray
She won't feel the hurt
'Cause love was just a word
Her favorite sound is better off unheard
The smell of summer days
From the flowers that you gave
She threw 'em all away
She's doing fine all on her own
She'll never need another hand to hold
She doesn't mind that summer comes and goes
'Cause she's doing fine she told you
But those hands are getting colder
Autumn sales begin
As the cold begins to win
She buys a pair of mittens she can use to fight the wind
She never needed gloves
But her hands they needed love
The knitted pockets on her hands will never be enough
The smell of better days
From the sweater that you gave
She wears it everyday
Did she really say
She's doing fine all on her own
She'll never need another hand to hold
She doesn't mind that summer comes and goes
'Cause she's doing fine she told you
But those hands are getting colder
