[Verse 1]
  Colors fade away in thoughts of better days,
she begins to see those memories in gray.
She won't feel the hurt 'cause love was just a word,
her favorite sound is better off unheard.
 
[Pre-Chorus]
The smell of summer days from the flowers that you gave,
she threw 'em all away.
 
[Chorus]
  She's doing fine,   all on her own,
  she'll never need another hand to hold.
  She doesn't mind that summer comes and goes
  'cause she's doing fine, she told you
  but those hands are getting colder.
 
 
[Verse 2]
  Autumn sales begin as the cold begins to win,
she buys a pair of mittens she can use to fight the wind.
She never needed gloves but her hands they needed love,
the knitted pockets on her hands will never be enough.
 
[Pre-Chorus]
The smell of better days from the sweater that you gave,
she wears it everyday did she really say.
 
[End-Chorus]
  She's doing fine,   all on her own,
  she'll never need another hand to hold.
  She doesn't mind that summer comes and goes
  'cause she's doing fine, she told you
  but those hands are getting colder.