September Songtext
von Malcolm Holcombe

September keeps missin′
Someone in your arms
Someone you remember
For always

The garden of roses
Lay red on the ground
The frozen souls
And their voices

The nicotine shade
Cannot cover the window
The sunset besets you
To gaze

Impossible places
Where bitterness waits
To carry you deeper
Insane


So lay down in your head
Your mouth cannot move
The heart's of the dead
Leave you empty

Now I curse and I beg
As September I dread
The shackles too heavy
To reason

To hell with you
And your selfish bad luck
And your pity for me is just
Wasted

Now I curse and I beg
As September I dread
The shackles too heavy
To reason

So lay down in your head
Your mouth cannot move
The heart′s of the dead
Leave you empty