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