6 meses, né?

Where it began, I can't begin to wonder
But that are love it's growing strong
Oh, wasn't the spring,
And spring became the summer
Who'd believe you'd come along

Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you

Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would

And now I, I look at the night,
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you