These Things Happen

Summer's been fine

Winter's around the corner

Autumn's in the way

No one tried to warn her

Talk to me

Tell me all the things that you wanted to, but you couldn't say

Now we have so much time, but we're running out of breath

And the one thing on my mind is your face behind my back

Judging by your face

The most anyone's cried today

Air conditioning blocks out everything

Talk to me

Tell me all the things that you wanted to, but you couldn't say

Now we have so much time, but we're running out of breath

And the one thing on my mind is your face behind my back

And the one thing on my mind is your face behind my back