Here she comes
It feels like an hammer in your heart
You believed numb
She walks alone, she is the one
Maybe if after all, it was a summer dream
Comes to my mind
That rainy September, all my life
And every regret
She gives a sense, to all of your past
Even if after all, it was a summer dream,
summer dream
She makes me cry,
She whispers “ tomorrow I’ll be gone”
And falls asleep
She brings to life, forgotten words
Even if after all, it was a summer dream,
summer dream
If I could only hold your hand
And hear those words never heard
Cause’ after all, I could have been deaf all the time
I’ll kiss you one time again
I bet it’ll rain
Baby, if you listen…
Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes
This is the second in a series of weekly album reviews published by Andrew Dubber. If you haven’t already caught it, please check out his introductory post. The world appears to be littered with bearded young men with acoustic guitars and notebooks full of verse, access to old pianos, and mournful string players. Few have … Continue reading Album of the Week: Fire on the Vine → Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 6, 2011
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