Sitting on my porch again
And something's in my head
Thinking of the innocence
Of everything you said
You said the summers come again
To hold us in its hands
And warn us of our bitterness
From dawn to 9PM

And I know you see the light in me
Cause you ask me how Iʼve been
I always loved the courtesy
You know to ask again
You watch me sigh and hang my head
My darling, Iʼve been cold
You tell me something good instead
And the colors turn to gold

Oh, when their words strike
Like stones to our bones
I will be with you my dear
And when the world knocks
Us down to the ground
I will be with you