When the light leaves softness all the shades of green,
when I can't think of what I want to say to you, when I'm lost at sea,
I can tell that it's summer
from the way the air's movement's so subtle.
And I can tell it reminds me of you:
the way your smile quietly sneaks through.
When the wind comes and sends out a gust in an effort to clean it all up,
when you drop out of existence and my mind goes numb.
I can tell that it's summer
from the way that my heart has become sun-burnt.
And I can tell it reminds me of you:
how your smile is there, and how its presence is proof.