Will we ever get the summer back?
Will things ever be right again?
Will the dreams ever stop coming,
Reminding me of skin on skin?
And do you ever feel it, too,
That sneaking suspicion I know all too well,
That we left something unfinished
Alongside pieces of ourselves
Scattered beneath the broken stars
After sweating through those summer nights?
Will I ever forget those summer nights?
Will it ever be night again?