The song plays on my stereo, over and over
With each resonating from the speaker, your face crosses my mind
Like a drug, I hit repeat and take another walk with you
This magic moment replays over in my mind
And I find myself longing for it more now then ever
Hoping these slow winter pass with speed
And spring ushers in your return.
Your hesitance at a return is a slow push on the bruise of my heart
A resistance I chalk up to a desire not to play God
But I still dream for the warm summer months
Barefoot walks on the beach holding your hand
So I sit by the fire with coffee in hand
Listening to this song, and dream of being your man
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