Ours was the best September. Of blue and gold it was. Of aching nights. And sleep-all days. I made my way to meet you. By then the air had changed. And you had seen me everywhere and they sparkled.
She told me today. I'm in your way. She thinks your heading somewhere. You've a long way to go. Even more than she knows. She thinks you're half the way there.
She told me today. I'm in your way. She thinks your heading somewhere. You've a long way to go. Even more than she knows. She thinks you're half the way there.