Sitting on my porch again And something's in my head Thinking of the innocence Of everything you said You said the summers come again To hold us in its hands And warn us of our bitterness From dawn to 9PM And I know you see the light in me Cause you ask me how Iʼve been I always loved the courtesy You know to ask again You watch me sigh and hang my head My darling, Iʼve been cold You tell me something good instead And the colors turn to gold Oh, when their words strike Like stones to our bones I will be with you my dear And when the world knocks Us down to the ground I will be with you