I'm giving weight to circumstance
You'd swear that I'm hopeless
This time just isn't like the rest
I said that last time, last time too
This could be, this could be
Over, the summer is almost gone
This could be history
It's over, the clouds are breaking now
All that is seperating us
Years or minutes
Somedays I can't wait for the end
Somedays I can't wait for the end
Prospectives changing, changing again
This could be, this could be
Over, the summer is almost gone
This could be history
It's over, the clouds are breaking now
And all of the looks that you keep on giving me
Are curing me
And some of the words that I say
Are so naive, forgive me
I'm giving weight to circumstance
You'd swear I'm hopeless
This could be, this could be
Over, the summer is almost gone
This could be history
It's over, the clouds are breaking now
This could be, this could be
Over, over