It's been 22 Summers I've seen
And I still don't know what it all means
Does it get any better than this?
I've forgotten the taste of your kiss
See, I've loved quite a few, and I know
That I burn fast and bright in the snow
In the heat I collapse, in the day, I don't last
And at night I end up all alone
So take me, please
Turn me to ashes and stone
And if I protest, then I think that it's best
That you turn a blind eye and carry on
Carry on
Carry on
Carry on
Carry on, carry on
It's been 22 Summers, 23 Autumns soon
And I still don't know what I should do
See I have my hobbies, my passions, my interests
But nothing makes me feel quite like you
I can't go on
Living this way anymore
If this is all there is
I'll turn out the lights and kiss you
One last time 'fore I shut the door
Shut the door
Shut the door
Shut the door
Shut the door, shut the door