Songtext von September

June, easy, beautifull, named after May Barcelona is indeed a perfect place for spring, peaches, orange trees Ciutadella, words I found… noon, June was made for noon, I would blink for little little were we meant for fall, eventually fell upon what we would get, next many of them falls since then I'm still remembering times, 1999 and still, as September rises I will take a look back now, we don't get to get there, trains they let her home Ciutadella is so cold the sand is like dust and stones, the sea, she's on her own I have been there before