[Lyric] Summer Turns to Fall (Bryn Rich)

Each summer turned to fall
Vanilla scented candles
Degrees hung on the wall
He never called
He never calls
Your wilted muscles flexed
On cherry cough drop mornings
When you could see your breath

Did you pray that there’s something left?
Gather pieces of this mess and build a life from scratch
Did you keep your windows clean?
Waste your time with magazines and blank computer screens
You know what I mean

There’s some you don’t forget
Suffer through five sеmesters
Beforе the lessons clicked

Did you pray that there’s something left?
Gather pieces of this mess and build a life from scratch
Did you keep your windows clean?
Waste your time with magazines and blank computer screens
You know what I mean
Did you pray that there’s something left?
The burning smell of “real success.” top of your class
Did you keep your windows clean?
Paint the front yard ‘til it’s green - just like the real thing
Oh, you know what I mean