September Looms On A Hill

tall tress, red knees, yellow leaves.
these grass blades grow right through me.
je suis la nuit magnifique.
given the chance i'd still pick you,
your pale blue frame wet with dew.
you and me had our issues.

you needed more than i could supply.
i know it's not right to lie,
but i find that as long as i lie we're fine
and the night can pass by
and i can go
oOOOooo. oOOOooo. oOOOooo

september looms on a hill.
this wheelchair's wheels they squeek still.
even after all the oil.
we've stopped this globe from spinning,
the mourning bells from ringing.
now all that's left's the breathing. (ha ha ha ha)

you needed more than i could supply.
i know it's not right to lie,
but i find that as long as i lie we're fine
and the night can pass on by
and i can go
oOOOooo. oOOOooo, oOOOooo,
oOOOooo, oOOOooo, oOOOooo

alright.
i know it's not nice to lie,
but i find that as long as i lie we're fine
and the night can pass on by
and i can... alright.
i know it's not nice to lie,
but i find that as long as i lie we're fine
and the night can pass on by
and i can go
oOOOooo. oOOOooo, oOOOooo,
oOOOooo, oOOOooo, oOOOooo.