Settembre

Have you ever seen a house and dreamed of going in?
The smell of the sea, of a summer that's dying
And a shooting star falling

So you can wish
That it’s better than having, that it’s better than doing
September is a shitty month to start over

Starting to come back, starting to look around
A thousand dreams in your eyes
And a pair of broken glasses
And a song to write

So you can lighten the mood
That it’s better than hating
That it’s better than loving
September is a shitty month to start over

But it’s all more beautiful when you see it from here
Yeah, my eyes with yours, way better than a movie

Have you ever seen a house and dreamed of going in?
Forgiving your dad
Putting off commitments and just staying to talk

So you can forget
That it’s better than saying, that it’s better than doing
September is a perfect month to start over

But it’s all more beautiful when you see it from here
Yeah, my eyes with yours, way better than a movie

Way better than a movie
Way better than a movie
Way better than a movie
Way better than a movie
Way better than a movie
Way better than a movie

But it’s all more beautiful when you see it from here
Yeah, my eyes with yours, way better than a movie