| Song | Winter's Memory Of Summer |
| Artist | Delays |
| Album | You See Colours |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Faster, sarah lets run, | |
| From disaster, sarah come on, | |
| And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
| Leave behind the bruising strings, | |
| That made him old before you could get hold, (and) now winters memory of summer is cold i say, | |
| Faster, sarah lets run, | |
| From disaster, sarah come on, | |
| And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
| It's a lock to a thief, | |
| Now here we are with the scars on your arm, | |
| But i ask you, i ask you, | |
| Don't you think that we've found l.o.v.e.? | |
| So don't lose it for me, we've got l.o.v.e.? | |
| No, don't lose it, | |
| And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
| Leave behind the failing trees, | |
| That crowd you so, turned the neighbourhood gold, | |
| Until winters memory of summer was cold, | |
| Believe me, believe me, | |
| We'll run again, run again, run again, | |
| Night, all night, all night, | |
| Oh i can hardly wait until we get there… | |
| Beneath the morning sun a crowd is forming, | |
| No i can hardly wait until we get there… | |
| And see my favourite face awake in summer. |
| Faster, sarah lets run, | |
| From disaster, sarah come on, | |
| And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
| Leave behind the bruising strings, | |
| That made him old before you could get hold, and now winters memory of summer is cold i say, | |
| Faster, sarah lets run, | |
| From disaster, sarah come on, | |
| And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
| It' s a lock to a thief, | |
| Now here we are with the scars on your arm, | |
| But i ask you, i ask you, | |
| Don' t you think that we' ve found l. o. v. e.? | |
| So don' t lose it for me, we' ve got l. o. v. e.? | |
| No, don' t lose it, | |
| And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
| Leave behind the failing trees, | |
| That crowd you so, turned the neighbourhood gold, | |
| Until winters memory of summer was cold, | |
| Believe me, believe me, | |
| We' ll run again, run again, run again, | |
| Night, all night, all night, | |
| Oh i can hardly wait until we get there | |
| Beneath the morning sun a crowd is forming, | |
| No i can hardly wait until we get there | |
| And see my favourite face awake in summer. |
| Faster, sarah lets run, | |
| From disaster, sarah come on, | |
| And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
| Leave behind the bruising strings, | |
| That made him old before you could get hold, and now winters memory of summer is cold i say, | |
| Faster, sarah lets run, | |
| From disaster, sarah come on, | |
| And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
| It' s a lock to a thief, | |
| Now here we are with the scars on your arm, | |
| But i ask you, i ask you, | |
| Don' t you think that we' ve found l. o. v. e.? | |
| So don' t lose it for me, we' ve got l. o. v. e.? | |
| No, don' t lose it, | |
| And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
| Leave behind the failing trees, | |
| That crowd you so, turned the neighbourhood gold, | |
| Until winters memory of summer was cold, | |
| Believe me, believe me, | |
| We' ll run again, run again, run again, | |
| Night, all night, all night, | |
| Oh i can hardly wait until we get there | |
| Beneath the morning sun a crowd is forming, | |
| No i can hardly wait until we get there | |
| And see my favourite face awake in summer. |