my summertime skin is pale again on my skinny frame each summer s the same i dreamt away my working day with thoughts about you when i tell you the truth that i am so much in love with you i ll start my day so much the same as all have before i ll set foot to the floor a dream so fresh upon my breath to a truckload of ears none to unload my fears that i am so much in love with you my hands are cold out windows hold for highway fresh air and a cigarette stare for a fear that i had that i wouldn t be able to tell you i m so much in love with you1