Our Last Summer Lyrics - The Abba Generation - A*teens

The summer air was soft and warm 

The feeling right, the Paris night 

Did it's best to please us 

And strolling down the Elysee 

We had a drink in each cafe 

And you 

You talked of politics, philosophy 

And I smiled like Mona Lisa 

We had our chance 

It was a fine and true romance 

I can still recall our last summer 

I still see it all 

Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain 

Our last summer 

Memories that remain 

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We made our way along the river 

And we sat down in the grass 

By the Eiffel tower 

I was so happy we had met 

It was the age of no regret, oh yes 

Those crazy years, that was the time 

Of the flower-power 

But underneath we had a fear of flying 

Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying 

We took the chance 

Like we were dancing our last dance 

I can still recall our last summer 

I still see it all 

In the tourist jam, 'round the Notre Dame 

Our last summer 

Walking hand in hand 

Paris restaurants, our last summer 

Morning croissants 

Living for the day, worries far away 

Our last summer 

We could laugh and play 

And now you're working in a bank 

The family man, the football fan 

And your name is Harry 

How dull it seems 

Yet you're the hero of my dreams 

I can still recall our last summer 

I still see it all 

Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain 

Our last summer 

Memories that remain 

I can still recall our last summer 

I still see it all 

In the tourist jam, 'round the Notre Dame 

Our last summer 

Walking hand in hand 

Paris restaurants, our last summer 

Morning croissants 

Living for the day, worries far away 

Our last summer 

We can laugh and play 

I can still recall our last summer 

I still see it all 

Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain 

Our last summer 

Memories that remain 

I can still recall our last summer 

I still see it all 

In the tourist jam, 'round the Notre Dame 

Our last summer 

Walking hand in hand