My heart is a fortress, it's a city hard to please
But she told me their paintings would bring me to my knees
Now she's somewhere in Florence, and I'm stuck here in London
Another Summer
My love was a painter, an artist from within
But I was a dreamer, and I wanted everything
Now she's somewhere in Florence, and I'm stuck here in London
Another Summer
When the weight of the world falls in your lap
What can you do but run from that
I cradled my songs, my precious time
King for myself not a next in line
How can I have what I still am, so young and so frightened
How it changes everything
You know, my love, it changes everything
