I think of your sweater
You think of the cold
I remember asking
You remember, "I told you so"
Hate how it feels when I miss you
But while I truly hurt
I think of the sun
You think of the burn

I think of the kite
You think of the wind
I remember champagne
You remember having the spins
There's an emptiness without you
But what makes it even worse
I think of the sun
You think of the burn

I think of the walks
You think of the pace
I remember April
You remеmber rainy days
Stuck with the very samе memories
But what comes to me first
I think of the sun
You think of the burn
I think of the sun
You think of the burn