paroles de chanson Sounds of Summer - Peter Cincotti

Waking up to bicycle wheels
Spinning past the lawn
Jumping out of a wood-creaking bed
Too excited to yawn
When the bees
Buzzed down the lane
When the waves
Were calling my name
Oh the sounds of summer I can still hear
The drums of the ocean beat in my ear
It′s a three month song only childhood could play
But it's written in sand
And it′s washing away
The bounce of a basketball shot from the pool
The bell of the fireman's fair
Hard working voices you knew you could trust
I thought they'd always be there

I didn′t know
The salt water breeze
Could turn into snow
Oh but the sounds of summer are still pretty clear
The drums of the ocean beat in my ear
Endless echoes of yesterday
Repeat and repeat
But keep getting farther away
Oh farther away
Sometimes it seems like a life
That I never led
I wish I could′ve said "Goodnight"
When my youth went to bed
Now I'm waking up the hotel Front Desk
6 A.M. on the dot
It′s 90 degrees and I'm making believe
The shower′s a pool but it's not
And I go
And I get on the plane
′Cause I know
The next city is calling my name
And the sounds of summer I hardly can hear
The hum of the engine's clogging my ears
I'm begging my memory to give me a hand
But this flight
Is ready to land ...