If you hold my hand Things won't be the same If you hold my hand Things are about to change
Summer's gone, spring is gone, life goes on and on and I'm just bored to tears If I could find a little space to paint a smile upon my face and hide the years If winter comes and I'm around to see the snow upon the ground, what can I do When I don't have the will to fight the coldness of the summernights are the darkest blue
If you hold my hand Things are about to change If you hold my hand Things won't be the same