Last Good Day Of The Year Lyrics - Singles - Cousteau

Don't tell me 

That you get sick of living 

When the summer's so forgiving although we have stolen 

All of the things that we though we had owned then 

Have disappeared 

All these things in flavour 

Won't do you no favours 

When the summer's light is fragrant with scents of returning 

You relent, you resent, now you're burning 

For nothing to change.... 

There's something there... 

(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers) 

Won't rest 

(only minutes, only hours) 

Unless 

(now the morning breaks in showers) 

I guess 

We'll remember this all of our lives 

On the last good day of the year 

All the leaves are turning 

Autumn's fingers burnished 

Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime 

Kinda working my way through a dream 

I was having alone 

There's something there... 

(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers) 

Won't rest 

(only minutes, only hours) 

Unless 

(now the morning breaks in showers) 

I'm left 

With the north wind breathing down my neck... 

On the last good day of the year..... 

(don't know where I end and where you begin...)