When I hold on I can't ever let it go, cause I always know That if I even try I wouldn't know where to go So here I go . . . .
Why, can't be summer everyday? But the people here, call it winter rain Why, can't we go outside today? Why, are we all locked up in hiding? They call it winter rain, same thing everyday.
Everybody told me I would know where to go But I'm not sure anymore Walk out the door . . . .
Why, can't be summer everyday? But the people here, call it winter rain Why, can't we go outside today? Why, are we all locked up in hiding? They call it winter rain, same thing everyday.
Even though we don't have much I bet we can pull on through And even though it's raining outside It's all that we can do Oh, yeah!
Why, can't be summer everyday? But the people here, call it winter rain Why, can't we go outside today? Why, are we all locked up in hiding? They call it winter rain, same thing everyday.
Compositor: Hannah Grace Perkins ECAD: Obra #15788549