

The summer light is fading slow
The streets are quiet after the rain
I still remember that old window
Where you called my name
The photographs are turning yellow
The years are running through my hands I was a kid who
thought forever Was something I could understand
And every autumn brings me back
To places I don't wanna lose
Some memories don't disappear
They just learn how to move
When October comes And the leaves fall down I still hear your
voice In this empty town Time keeps moving on But some things
remain Like a song we wrote In the pouring rain
I used to think that growing older Meant leaving everything behind But
every scar becomes a story Every goodbye becomes a sign The old
guitar is in my bedroom The strings are broken but it stays
A little piece of who I was A little piece of yesterday
Maybe we were never ready
Maybe nobody ever is
Maybe losing what we love
Is how we learn to live
When October comes I won't close my eyes
I will face the morning
I will watch the sunrise
All the years we lost All the dreams we saved Are still
alive Inside the songs we made
The summer is gone (ooh)
But I'm still here