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