My hand was trembling and my mind began to ache
As I sketched the outlines of her face
Memories of what was said one day when I was leaving
Bubbled up behind my eyes
Sometime in midsummer
Sometime in midsummer
And a world away from where it all began...
The hunger for your touch exploded in my chest
And would not leave my mind
As lines that I had drawn from one hour to the next
Began to come alive
Sometime in midsummer
Sometime in midsummer
And a world away from where it all began...