The grass grew in on the underside of the snow
And the summer had smelled so sweet
Now all I smell is cold
Your brother lived there
on the other side of the road
You still count the days,
before he makes his way back home
So hard to love,
when you hate to let things go.
and a dream will remind you,
you only have so much control.
though its been 2 years
it doesn't seem so long ago
cause I still see your face,
in picture frames and people I don't know
And I could live without you
but only if I had to
and now I have to.
So that's what I will do.
The sun came up and melted all the snow
and the spring air smelled so sweet just like I used to know
and your brother came back in the middle of the storm
So you don't have to count on frozen fingers anymore