The season of melancholy is right around the corner

Inside my own mind I’m already starting to feel like a foreigner

It’s hits hard and fast
It makes you question the present but also the past

April to September we thrived in the sun
The darkness is starting to creep in but I know it’s only just begun

Can we hide in our cave with our unbreakable bond?
I’ll let you hide under the covers with your favourite little blonde