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 told

3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 hands
These 2 hands of mine
You’ve got that 1 thing that can make a man blind
And grow in my past fame

In 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

In 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

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 told

3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 hands
These 2 hands of mine
You’ve got that 1 thing that can make a man blind
And grow in my past fame

In 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

In 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