Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Son


Interface


Niveau de difficulté


Accent



langue de l'interface

fr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Politique de cookies   |   Soutien   |   FAQ
1
s'inscrire / se connecter
Lyrkit

faire un don

5$

Lyrkit

faire un don

10$

Lyrkit

faire un don

20$

Lyrkit

Et/Ou soutenez-moi sur les réseaux sociaux. réseaux:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Rosanne Cash

The Summer I Read Collette

 

The Summer I Read Collette

(album: 10 Song Demo - 1996)


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

fait

Avez-vous ajouté tous les mots inconnus de cette chanson ?