

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