Thomas Ferrara - Summer Serenade lyrics

No sense of time in these poetic mornings Taste of salt on skin No words of mine in these our first moments Sight of sweat on skin This is our time, only our time This is our time, a summer serenade No time to cry in these our quiet longings Sound of s** on skin History lost in this our forlorn future Smell of d**h on skin This is our time, only our time This is our time, a summer serenade In summer rain, we cannot dry our eyes In summer rain, we cannot see it's our time, only our time This is our time, only our time This is our time, only our time This is our time, a summer serenade, washed away Feel the cold silver rain cut like torches on our faces As we reach to touch each other through the Sheets of torrid haze Float away into silence Rise together Broken Liquid As we drift above the hillsides where We held our first embrace Bring us back bring us back Back before this serenade Bring us back bring us back Back before summer rain Washed away