The grass grew in on the underside of the snow And the summer had smelled so sweet Now all I smell is cold
Your brother lived there on the other side of the road You still count the days, before he makes his way back home
So hard to love, when you hate to let things go. and a dream will remind you, you only have so much control. though its been 2 years it doesn't seem so long ago cause I still see your face, in picture frames and people I don't know
And I could live without you but only if I had to and now I have to. So that's what I will do.
The sun came up and melted all the snow and the spring air smelled so sweet just like I used to know and your brother came back in the middle of the storm So you don't have to count on frozen fingers anymore