Nostalgia

It's cold and stormy now But if I close my eyes, I can still remember Those summer nights in my car When we listened to sad songs I can still see the twilight looming The city lights, were blinding My hands tangled in your hair Whispering softly Like a flower in a book Your pressed against my memories Slick rain, warm air Your hands were always so cold Breaking out into the world Breathing in the air I swallow hard You make me nervous But I only want to be here That final night in the woods is engraved in my mind For always The pale moonlight etched against your face Would you meet me there again Like a flower in a book Your pressed against my memories Slick rain, warm air Your hands were always so cold