Hazy Days

That feeling of warm summer romance.

The days drift on and on.

But there must be an end.

I see her face in every crowd,

Hear her voice in every word

Images of snatched moments we had,

Drift like snowflakes through my heart.

I never knew why she left.

I guess she's never really gone.

But I know there's a hole in my heart,

Where she used to be.