Summer fever, late at night, she used to hum a faded tune.

Chocolate hair, curls in ribbons,

oh,that's the time of'92.

Red berry pie, lipstick stains, sugar melting on her tongue.

A love too ripe to last forever,

a dream too sweet to stay young.

Soft rain melts on a paper street,

Time slips past where love once beat.

Red berry stain on a photograph she keeps,

Pressed between old letters where the perfume sleeps.

A silent prayer in the velvet night,

" Come home to me, come home to me."

Fingertips tracing a Polaroid sky,

Summer caught in amber light, frozen fire in her eyes.

She whispered," Love,don't chase the stars."

But I was already burning, already too far.

Soft rain melts on a paper street,

Time slips past where love once beat.

Red berry stain, such a beautiful disease,

Lost inside the memory, we will never heal.

A silent prayer in the velvet night,

" Come home to me, come home to me."

As seasons fade and we lose hold,

Tell her the fire never grows old.

In every red berry, every song,

A part of me still sings along.