September

Grille de la piste #170523

Fournie par Major 3rd

Lyrics:

© Major 3rd
September

And at the end of the day
I feel the sand in my eyes I'm so tired
one moment leads to the next
I rise in the morning with the sun
It seems there's no end
and nothings ever done...

The starlight shining through the clouds
the only sound are the words that I speak out loud
these shadows reflections of the dancing trees
september closer all the time

The chill of fall
on my skin
reminds me
that winters coming once again

I always felt it and I always knew
that things evaporate just like the dew
and all experience becomes memories
that's all that's left is what we hope for

I hear the bells from the church nearby
I hear the night owl it cries outside
september closer all the time

The chill of fall
on my skin
reminds me
september closer all the tiime

I always felt it and I always knew
that things evaporate just like the dew
and all experience becomes memories
and all that's left is what we hope for

And at the end of the day
I feel the sand in my eyes I'm so tired
one moment leads to the next
september closer all the time

The chill of Fall
on my skin
reminds me
that winters coming once again