Remember when we were young 
Our imagination was all that ever meant to us. 
Remember when differences never mattered 
But we have learned to notice all of them. 

And we [bad word]  
All that we don't understand. 

Waiting for the snowfall, 
Summer feels so long ago 
But it still lives on in us. 
Keeping us from the cold 
But when we are all alone 
Deep inside, for all of us. 

We all want someone to love and call our own. 
We all want to be somewhere we call our home. 

Waiting for the snowfall, 
Summer feels so long ago 
Darkness is in front of us. 
And the chill [bad word] on 
But a change is beautiful. 
Eventually the scene will slow. 

We will find someone to love, who makes us whole. 
We will end up together, a place called home.