It was just hitting noon
 When I thought about you 
 Under waves of the afternoon heat

 I could picture your stare
 How we danced everywhere 
 How your love always tasted so sweet .
 But a cloud met the sun
 And nostalgia won
 As I stood in the shade all alone

 Thinking “how could it be?”
 Thought it’d always be me
 To tell others that you were my home