Текст песни The Church - Summer
The Church - Summer слова песни
At the sea, in the sandYou were free to my handAs we touched behind the windLeft so much outside our skinYou never stay in all four dimensionsYou never ever return when you`re goneOne more summer in surf citySolarized recollectionWell the sun and its raysAre as one throughout spaceAnd my mind`s always on youFirst a light, I`ll break throughYou never stay in all four dimensionsYou never ever return when you`re goneOne lonely summer in surf citySolarized recollectionWhat a night to start writing about thisTall palms grasp the summer cloudsAnd anchor the stormy sky to the groundOutside the ghosts of Jaguars and ImpalasRoll along the storm roadsLeaving damp marks where they had passedThe air it hisses as they goIt stands aside with a decisive sighIt reaches for this back`s fleeting ??? [4:04]This night it aches with memory [?]