What a Summer

What a summer What a transitive nighfall And what long long time before the dawn Before the dawn The dawn I can't count Although you know I try Make a cozy place For all the story lines Inside my mind Inside my mind In the morning When the air is cold There's a fleeting feeling Of your days in school All the sidewalks that you've know And all the oak trees hovering And the smells of seasons when you were in love You were in love You were in love