I miss those summer nights in June
I miss those guitar afternoons
I miss the cigarettes and tea
I miss the way you looked at me
When the cicadas come at twilight
All I seem to see is your eyes
The way they twinkle in the blue light
Under the moonlight
I wish you goodbye
We watched stars in the pitch dark
Couldn’t help but see the sparks
Fly around us
When the cicadas come at twilight
All i seem to see is your eyes
The way the twinkle in the blue light
Under the moonlight
I wish you goodnight