作词 : Cash (Rosanne Cash) That was the summer that followed the spring The sad anniversary of a thousand old things I was letting them go The words of Collette and a strange new perfume The drenching my senses and filling the room The heat from my body is the light in our eyes Word is surrender and then we can fly We were letting it go We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives The hours taken are all that we'll get For five or six hours in the month of July The summer I read Collette The time were align and we learnt how to crawl The bones were prison and memory of old A word from the past I feel nothing at all And now I'm letting it go It's more than survival the lesson I have learnt When I found salvation quite a surprise That was the summer that followed the spring A new way of feeling a million and one things We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives The hours taken are all that we'll get For five or six hours in the month of July The summer I read Collette I found Paris a hundred years late Calling it sleeping in (.......) My ear to the stone I can hear her sing (.......) I sold my silver to get myself there To a room with a candle up three flights of stairs That was the summer I let it all go Filling my body with my heart and soul We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives I was taking all I can get For five or six hours in the month of July The summer I read Collette
作词 : Cash (Rosanne Cash) That was the summer that followed the spring The sad anniversary of a thousand old things I was letting them go The words of Collette and a strange new perfume The drenching my senses and filling the room The heat from my body is the light in our eyes Word is surrender and then we can fly We were letting it go We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives The hours taken are all that we'll get For five or six hours in the month of July The summer I read Collette The time were align and we learnt how to crawl The bones were prison and memory of old A word from the past I feel nothing at all And now I'm letting it go It's more than survival the lesson I have learnt When I found salvation quite a surprise That was the summer that followed the spring A new way of feeling a million and one things We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives The hours taken are all that we'll get For five or six hours in the month of July The summer I read Collette I found Paris a hundred years late Calling it sleeping in (.......) My ear to the stone I can hear her sing (.......) I sold my silver to get myself there To a room with a candle up three flights of stairs That was the summer I let it all go Filling my body with my heart and soul We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives I was taking all I can get For five or six hours in the month of July The summer I read Collette
