Some of those, in the back rows, Their summers go by mostly cold, And winter woes are hidden in their clothes. Long ago, I didn't know, So I lined up in a row, And now I have nowhere to call but home. Hello?.. Hello?.. Hello?.. Hello?.. Hello?.. Hello?.. Some will say that love is fleeting; Always aching sometimes bleeding; All the patterns are repeating Endlessly upon.. Summer nights are made for lovers; Holding tight to one another; Some are free and some are smothered 'Til they can't go on.. I'm falling.. My Darling... I'm falling.. In Love.. Some of those, in the back rows, Their summers go by mostly cold, And winter woes are hidden in their clothes. Hello?.. All alone.. All alone..
