Summertime

From the hot to cold, spring to the fall You and I was meant to be together in love Something 'bout a wound down in my soul Something on my mind easy be told 3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 hands These 2 hands of mine You've got that 1 thing that can make a man blind And grow in my past fame In the summertime, in the wintertime You talk to us, you talk to us In the summertime, in the wintertime You talk to us, you talk to us In the summertime, in the wintertime You talk to us, you talk to us In the summertime, in the wintertime You talk to us, you talk to us From the hot to cold, spring to the fall You and I was meant to be together in love Something 'bout a wound down in my soul Something on my mind easy be told 3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 hands These 2 hands of mine You've got that 1 thing that can make a man blind And grow in my past fame In the summertime, in the wintertime You talk to us, you talk to us In the summertime, in the wintertime You talk to us, you talk to us In the summertime, in the wintertime You talk to us, you talk to us In the summertime, in the wintertime You talk to us, you talk to us