Standard (EADGBE)
The snow won't stick to the weeping willows
the cold air won't blow open the windows
You've made it through the storm this far
You've done this dear, it won't be hard
The snow won't stick to the weeping willows
Summer was painted on our skin
and those secrets hidden in our childish lips
they would die for a kiss
Fall was always left in your eyes
just a fleck of yellow light
like the sunrise
like the twilight
Summer was painted on our skin
and those secrets hidden in our childish lips
They would die for a kiss
Summer was painted on our skin
and those secrets hidden in our childish lips
they would die for a kiss
Fall was always left in your eyes
just a fleck of yellow light
like the sunrise
like the twilight
Summer was painted on our skin
and those secrets hidden in our childish lips
They would die for a kiss