If you like to tell me maybe,
Or you'd prefer to say nothing to bring peace once again,
It's something I've learned to live with. But this loneliness feels like a sin.
So tell me what you know about love. Or tell me about the things you wish to learn.
All of this still kept up inside of us, and time doesn't wait as leaves began to turn.  
If you'd like to tell me maybe, if you'd prefer to say nothing at all...
Time would not allow the feelings to change, summer fades and now it's fall.