歌曲 | The Summer I Read Collette |
歌手 | Rosanne Cash |
专辑 | 10 Song Demo |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |