No sense of time
In these poetic mornings
Taste of salt on skin
No words of mine
In these our first moments
Sight of sweat on skin
This is our time
Only our time
This is our time
A summer serenade
No time to cry
In these our quiet longings
Sound of sex on skin
History lost
In this our forlorn future
Smell of death on skin
This is our time
Only our time
This is our time
A summer serenade
In summer rain, we can not dry our eyes
In summer rain, we can not see its our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, a summer serenade
Washed away...
Feel the cold silver rain cut like torches on our faces as we reach to touch each other through the sheets of torrid haze. Float away into silence rise together broken liquid as we drift above the hillsides where we held our first embrace. Bring us back bring us back, back before this serenade. Bring us back bring us back, back before summer rain washed away...
Summer Serenade Video (MV)
Performed By: The Heroic Enthusiasts
Language: English
Length: 4:04
Written by: The Heroic Enthusiasts
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Summer Serenade Lyrics
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No sense of time
In these poetic mornings
Taste of salt on skin
No words of mine
In these our first moments
Sight of sweat on skin
This is our time
Only our time
This is our time
A summer serenade
No time to cry
In these our quiet longings
Sound of sex on skin
History lost
In this our forlorn future
Smell of death on skin
This is our time
Only our time
This is our time
A summer serenade
In summer rain, we can not dry our eyes
In summer rain, we can not see its our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, a summer serenade
Washed away...
Feel the cold silver rain cut like torches on our faces as we reach to touch each other through the sheets of torrid haze. Float away into silence rise together broken liquid as we drift above the hillsides where we held our first embrace. Bring us back bring us back, back before this serenade. Bring us back bring us back, back before summer rain washed away...
In these poetic mornings
Taste of salt on skin
No words of mine
In these our first moments
Sight of sweat on skin
This is our time
Only our time
This is our time
A summer serenade
No time to cry
In these our quiet longings
Sound of sex on skin
History lost
In this our forlorn future
Smell of death on skin
This is our time
Only our time
This is our time
A summer serenade
In summer rain, we can not dry our eyes
In summer rain, we can not see its our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, a summer serenade
Washed away...
Feel the cold silver rain cut like torches on our faces as we reach to touch each other through the sheets of torrid haze. Float away into silence rise together broken liquid as we drift above the hillsides where we held our first embrace. Bring us back bring us back, back before this serenade. Bring us back bring us back, back before summer rain washed away...
Writer: The Heroic Enthusiasts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC