作曲 : Belvedere, Rawles, Sinclaire
I must have fell inside a trap of sorts, 
You broke my weak facade,
It seems despite my bad intentions.
You won't believe, I'm just relieved,
That you're still talking to me,
Walking to me
CHORUS
Most times, we let our hopes slip through,
I can't recover, the spell I'm under,
A constant fool and, those nights
The heat just came off you, now every summer
and every other I think in...
I think it's funny how some things can bring you back, 
Somehow my memories, they never served me well.
The way you looked at me, exposing my transperency,
And everything I have, which is nothing without you.
Most times, we let our hopes slip through,
I can't recover, the spell I'm under,
A constant fool and, those nights
The heat just came off you, now every summer
and every other I think in blue.
Most times, we let our hopes slip through,
I can't recover, the spell I'm under,
A constant fool and, those nights
The heat just came off you, now every summer
and every other I think...
Thinking in blue.
Thinking of you.