From the hot to cold, spring to the fall
You and I was meant to be together in love
Something 'bout a wound down in my soul
Something on my mind, easy be told

Three steps, three steps behind these two hands
These two hands of mine
You've got that one thing that can make a man blind
And grow in my past fame

In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us

In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us

From the hot to cold, spring to the fall
You and I was meant to be together in love
Something 'bout a wound down in my soul
Something on my mind easy be told

Just three steps, three steps behind these two hands
These two hands of mine
You've got that one thing that can make a man blind
And you grow in my past fame

In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us

In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): MICHAEL GREENWALD, MICHAEL NEPO