I think of your sweater You think of the cold I remember asking You remember, I told you so Hate how it feels when I miss you But while I truly hurt I think of the Sun You think of the burn
I think of the kite You think of the wind I remember champagne You remember having the spins There's an emptiness without you But what makes it even worse I think of the Sun You think of the burn
I think of the walks You think of the pace I remember April You remember rainy days Stuck with the very same memories But what comes to me first I think of the Sun You think of the burn I think of the Sun You think of the burn
