I used to come here for a reason
On the days she said, "I might"
I used to sit and dream of Peaches in her room
Take my coat off, stay the night

We used to go collecting firewood
In the dark surrounding lanes
I used to sit and smile at Peaches in her room
By the ever-changing flames

I see the changing of the seasons
Maybe a change would do me good
All things are put here for a reason
Something I never understood

We used to go out picking flowers
Flowers fading from my sight
I'll never sit and dream of Peaches in her room   
In the middle of the night

I see the changing of the seasons
And maybe a change would do me good
All things are put here for a reason
Something I never understood