Old Summers

Heading through the fields of Chevigny No engine as loud as the Citroën 2CV Sitting in the orchard, painting the trees Putting on spacesuits and taking the honey from the bees Trying to play a tune on that dusty trumpet Sitting by the lake doing whatever we wanted Flying our kites in the never-ending garden Side by side with my mother's brother Old summers Living life in golden colors Killing moonlit nights and I wonder If we will remember this one like the other old summers Old summers Where the memory of my life started Where I learned to be broken hearted When times get hard we lean on one another Old summers The world's not as kind, I'm more cynical now The jokes are the same, but I cannot laugh as loud A little too long in this endless slumber Take me to the place of my mother's brother Old summers Living life in golden colors Killing moonlit nights and I wonder If we will remember this one like the other old summers Old summers Where the memory of my life started Where I learned to be broken hearted When times get hard we lean on one another Old summers, old summers Old, old summers Old, old summers Old, old summers We won't be the last ones looking at the past We won't be the first ones wondering if it's the last So here's to brushing the dust of the covers Making our memories turn to another photograph book where we only get younger Sitting on the shoulders of my mother's brother Old summers Living life in golden colors Killing moonlit nights and I wonder If we will remember this one like the other old summers Old summers Where the memory of my life started Where I learned to be broken hearted When times get hard we lean on one another Old summers, old summers Hey! Old, old summers