Summer came and went 
And now it's gone
...
Everyone but me
Is moving on
But I don't wanna say goodbye
To the time that we had
Now it's photograph at night, finally understand 

What it feels like when it ends, 
When she slips through your hands, 
The second you find out that it's over 
And that you'll never get to hold her 
Again cos she's gone 
And can't fix 
What's been torn, 
And you just keep on getting colder inside

Now I know
What it feels like...