Bryndon 2

[Verse 1]
You were standing there
I was by the punchbowl
There's no room left to dance
And everyone has gone home
The lights are hanging low
Night left at the zebra crossing
There's no place left to go
With races in my lost

[Chorus]
I miss you more than the summertime
And you're playing tricks on this heart of mine

[Verse 2]
Hours turn to days
And you think that you've said it all
The lonely nights would stay
The faces of those that I lost

[Bridge]

Fairs and carnivals
And evening shows that we never saw
Broken glass, phone calls, never had
And we're almost gone
I know there's nothing else to say
To make the dream last
But for my sake, I hope
It can happen and

[Chorus]
I miss you more than the summertime
(oh no, oh no)
And you're playing tricks on this heart of mine
(oh no-no, oh no-no)
I miss you more than the summertime
(do-do-do-do)
And you're playing tricks on this heart of mine
(do-do-do-do)

And don't be afraid
That I'll make you stay
Come find me, come hold me, come something
Do-do-do-do

[Outro]
*whistles*
*coughs*
*laughs*