As the seasons change from summer to fall
Their love regresses from fire to ice.
Even as the leaves begin to fall,
And pumpkin becomes a spice

Their love regresses from fire to ice.
Despite the nice warm fire places
And pumpkin becomes a spice
The heartbreak is in her many faces.

Despite the nice warm fire places
She still longs for his arms which hold more heat.
The heartbreak is in her many faces,
But she can’t help but still think him sweet.

She longs for his arms which hold more heat
Even with his “I just don’t love you” leaving its traces.
But I can’t help but still think him sweet,
I have to admit this happens to girls in all different places

Even with his “I just don’t love you” leaving its traces.
And even as the leaves begin to fall
I have to admit this happens to girls in all different places
As the seasons change from summer to fall.