Our Summer Testo

(..) might have passed you by now
And it❝s a cold december
In the heat of next july (now)
Will you or won❝t you remember
Our summer
Will come again
Our summer
Will melt the ice again
Gypsy whispers with her wild eyes
(so heavy-handed with the heather)
She says a change of heart lies
With a change in the weather
Our summer
Will come again
Our summer
Will melt the ice again