Paroles de September

Laura lays on the foot of the bed Mimics a noose with a telephone cord Doctor's on the phone Then she hangs up and says "I ain't never gonna see the winter again" And I don't know how, but she smiles September, September September, September They carved your name into the stone and then they put it in the ground, I run my fingers through the grooves When no one's around Drink till I am sick and Then I talk to myself in the dog days of the summer Then I feel you coming but I don't know how September, September