Besedila: Chase Coy. Middle Of June.

A warm afternoon the middle of June
You didn't know that I'd fallen for you
The long nights we stayed up, excuses we made up
and I didn't know that you felt this way too


There's nothing as sweet as your voice is to me
Its better than Summer and Spring
The words that you speak bring such comfort to me,
when we're miles apart and I'm lonely


As I recall it was President's Hall where I found you
A year had gone past
The long days without you, spent thinking about you
And all of the memories, they came flooding back



There's nothing as sweet as your voice is to me
Its better than Summer and Spring
The words that you speak bring such comfort to me,
when we're miles apart and I'm lonely


And darling I won't ever let you go
So I just thought that I'd let you know


There's nothing as sweet as your voice is to me
Its better than Summer and Spring
The words that you speak bring such comfort to me,
when we're miles apart and I'm lonely