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 told3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 hands
These 2 hands of mine
Youve got that 1 thing that can make a man blind
And grow in my past fameIn 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 usIn 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 usFrom 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 told3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 hands
These 2 hands of mine
Youve got that 1 thing that can make a man blind
And grow in my past fameIn 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 usIn 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