I found the floor Before you take my heart, reconsider Before you take my heart, reconsider I've opened the door I've opened the door Here comes the summer's son
I found the floor Before you take my heart, reconsider Before you take my heart, reconsider I've opened the door, I've opened the door Here comes the summer's son
Traduction: Texas. Summer Son.
Traduction: Texas. Fils d'été (Live - Paris 2001).
(A mother dies leaving her young son to come to terms with the loss. In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, for her sons Tyler and Oliver.) I was barely 13
shot dead outside of Stockton His body lyin' on a muddy hill Nothin' taken nothin' stolen Somebody killin' just to kill Late that summer was rollin' thru the plains of Texas
the harbor was talk Of America for the Americans Someone said 'You want 'em out, you got to burn 'em out.' And brought in the Texas Klan One humid Texas
that baby across the floor night after night But she was a young girl and she missed the party lights Meanwhile in South Texas in a dirty oil patch Bobby heard ?bout his son
harbor was talk Of America for the Americans Someone said "You want 'em out, you got to burn 'em out." And brought in the Texas Klan One humid Texas
outside of Stockton His body lyin' on a muddy hill Nothin' taken nothin' stolen Somebody killin' just to kill Late that summer I was rollin' through the plains of Texas
that baby across the floor night after night But she was a young girl and she missed the party lights Meanwhile in South Texas in a dirty oil patch Bobby heard 'bout his son
