What do you see
when you close your eyes?
A life that you love
or a life you despise
When do you think
It will come to an end
Choices you make
Reflect lifetime you spend
Why do you cry
but show them no tears
A strain from inside
that has built up for years
A book and its cover
are different things
Prepare for future
whatever it brings
its getting late
and its getting dark
and i cant find a light
Ive opened up
then i crawled inside
til the spirit is out of sight
its a cold summer
nothing now left for me here
its a cold summer
i used to love this time of year
Why do you shy
away from the pack
got too far ahead
til theres no turning back
theres a time and place
they passed you right by
you could have it all
you reached for the sky
who do you need
when things go wrong
and what do you sing
when you put it in song
i tried and i failed
to sort it my way
a vain attempt
to sculpt life out of clay
its getting late
and its getting dark
and i cant find a light
Ive opened up
then i crawled inside
til the spirit is out of sight
its a cold summer
nothing now left for me here
its a cold summer
i used to love this time of year
cold summer
nothing new to fear
cold summer
wipe away this tear
when you close your eyes?
A life that you love
or a life you despise
When do you think
It will come to an end
Choices you make
Reflect lifetime you spend
Why do you cry
but show them no tears
A strain from inside
that has built up for years
A book and its cover
are different things
Prepare for future
whatever it brings
its getting late
and its getting dark
and i cant find a light
Ive opened up
then i crawled inside
til the spirit is out of sight
its a cold summer
nothing now left for me here
its a cold summer
i used to love this time of year
Why do you shy
away from the pack
got too far ahead
til theres no turning back
theres a time and place
they passed you right by
you could have it all
you reached for the sky
who do you need
when things go wrong
and what do you sing
when you put it in song
i tried and i failed
to sort it my way
a vain attempt
to sculpt life out of clay
its getting late
and its getting dark
and i cant find a light
Ive opened up
then i crawled inside
til the spirit is out of sight
its a cold summer
nothing now left for me here
its a cold summer
i used to love this time of year
cold summer
nothing new to fear
cold summer
wipe away this tear