When you looked at me
It felt like that first day of June
Oh that June…
When you kissed me,
under that bright blue moon.
Oh I don’t know why,
I don’t know why
your tears came pouring
in that month of July.
After a while,
Oh it seemed like a long, long while
But in August’s hues
the skies begged you to play nice
cause the truth,
August, this year,
won’t come twice.
And after a while,
oh it seemed like a long, long while
August flew
and you knew,
the truth…
August, this year
won’t come twice.
By the time September came
you left me insane,
for the love of you
when I look at you
oh when I look at you.
But in August’s blues
when the skies begged you to play nice,
but the truth….
you were never, really
A summer child.
The Autumn leaves
they leave you stranded
that summer song
It left you abandoned
You were never, ever
A summer ballad
October arrives.
those leaves have cried,
and dried
While you, still move
Like that child that kept
running wild.
