Do you remembernThe winter felt like summernThey called it a dry spell with some rather searing heatnYou were used to the cold airnIt couldn't get much hotternThrough your attempts to mask it, still the truth is you were beatnnThe clouds are falling from the skynAnd everyone looks up so highnHow do you feel, I don't know whynBut when I see rain I still smilennYou're seeming to forgetnThe grasp on your emotionsnYou're taking for granted your whole bittersweet miragenNearly 24 hoursnYou hadn't got the notionnThat self-analyzing maybe isn't all that wrong