You stepped down from your front porch so gracefully,
If I'd known of my fate that night I could have saved me.
But me knees grew weak, I could not speak.
The seasons blend together, it's not a matter of "when" anymore.
I should have gave this up by now
But it was the way you held me that night that keeps me coming back somehow.
I need a distraction or I need a sign.
The seasons blend together, all I can think about is...
(Why can't we stray far away from here and break free from this uncertainty)
I'll wait for you, just like I always do.