The Summer I Read Collette Lyrics

	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

	zuo ci : 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

	zuò cí : 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

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