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*