These summer nights are starting to fade
Winter months [bad word] and are here to stay.

Look me in the eyes,
And tell me this is real
Because i know in my heart plagued with regret
There is nothing that will make my heart heal.
Rebirth of the old oak tree, will you ever need me.

These summer nights are starting to fade
Winter months [bad word] and are here to stay.
This sinking feeling won't go away
That my heart can't meet you halfway.
You have the key, set me free.

You have the key
Unlock it with me,
YOUNG LOVE
Set me free
YOUNG LOVE
Consume me