I walked out    Onto wet and empty streets    With no one around    But the nightingale’s sweet sound    And I thought all about    Summer days in June    The way you looked at me    When I looked at you       It's all gone now    You're not around       I know you'd say it's too cliche    For me to write a song about those summer days       I still see you    Looking up at me    The pushing back your hair    As you fall asleep       You were so    Beautiful       I know you'd say it's too cliche    For me to write a song about those summer days    But I can never love the way    You look with the sun on your face       I still hear your voice saying I'll be home soon    And I still feel you like the warmest day in June       I know you'd say it's too cliche    For me to write a song about those summer days    But I can never love the way    You look with the sun on your face