| Song | Silhouette |
| Artist | Lisa Lois |
| Album | 100X Zomer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Holding on to pieces, of our summer, going by | |
| On a wall of memories, at the edges of my mind | |
| Whoa, they used to tell a story | |
| But they’re just paper to me now | |
| Whoa, they used to say 1000 words | |
| But now they can’t be heard | |
| [Chorus] | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can't remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| A silhouette of you | |
| Foot stamps on the pavement | |
| I’m retracing every corner we turned to see | |
| If we could have kept these moments from burning | |
| To ashes and dust | |
| Whoa, they used to say 1000 words | |
| But now they can’t be heard | |
| [Chorus] | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can't remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| A silhouette of you | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you | |
| [Guitar solo] | |
| [Chorus] | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can't remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can't remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| A silhouette of you. |
| Holding on to pieces, of our summer, going by | |
| On a wall of memories, at the edges of my mind | |
| Whoa, they used to tell a story | |
| But they' re just paper to me now | |
| Whoa, they used to say 1000 words | |
| But now they can' t be heard | |
| Chorus | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can' t remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| A silhouette of you | |
| Foot stamps on the pavement | |
| I' m retracing every corner we turned to see | |
| If we could have kept these moments from burning | |
| To ashes and dust | |
| Whoa, they used to say 1000 words | |
| But now they can' t be heard | |
| Chorus | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can' t remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| A silhouette of you | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you | |
| Guitar solo | |
| Chorus | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can' t remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can' t remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| A silhouette of you. |
| Holding on to pieces, of our summer, going by | |
| On a wall of memories, at the edges of my mind | |
| Whoa, they used to tell a story | |
| But they' re just paper to me now | |
| Whoa, they used to say 1000 words | |
| But now they can' t be heard | |
| Chorus | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can' t remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| A silhouette of you | |
| Foot stamps on the pavement | |
| I' m retracing every corner we turned to see | |
| If we could have kept these moments from burning | |
| To ashes and dust | |
| Whoa, they used to say 1000 words | |
| But now they can' t be heard | |
| Chorus | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can' t remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| A silhouette of you | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, a silhouette of you | |
| Guitar solo | |
| Chorus | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can' t remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| We ran out of time, said goodbye too soon | |
| Pictures they are fading, of our summer nights in june | |
| Blurry are the memories, can' t remember what was true | |
| Pictures they are fading, changing, leaving | |
| A silhouette of you. |