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