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Lyrics:
That was the summer that followed the spring
Of a sad anniversary of a thousand old things
I was letting them go
The words of Colette and a strange new perfume
Were Drenching my senses and filling the room
The heat from our bodies the light in our eyes
First THE surrender and then we could fly
We were letting it go
We're blinded to the beauty in our own lives
But I was takin' all that I could get
For five or six hours in the month of July
The summer I read Colette
Time was a line that I learned how to crawl
MY Bones were a prison and my memory a wall
If it weren’t for the past I'D feel nothing at all
Now I'm letting it go
It’s more than survival, but less than alive
Where I found salvation was quite a surprise
That was the summer that followed the spring
Of a new way of feeling a million new things
We're blinded by the beauty in our own lives
I was takin' all that I could get
For five or six hours in the month of July
The summer I read Colette
I found Paris a hundred years late
Colette is sleeping in Pere Lachaise
My ear to the stone I can hear her say
Nous nous reveillons
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
To fill up my body with my heart and my soul
We're blinded to the beauty in our own lives
I was takin' all that I could get
For five or six hours in the month of July
The summer I read Colette
© Rosanne Cash
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