Hold it!

Summer's gone, spring is gone, life goes on and on and I'm just bored to tears
If I could find a little space to paint a smile upon my face and hide the years
If winter comes and I'm around to see the snow upon the ground, what can I do
When I don't have the will to fight the coldness of the summer
nights are the darkest blue ?

If you hold my hand
Things won't be the same
If you hold my hand
Things are about to change