September Blues
Pedro Aznar
September Blues
When September rolls around again
And memories start to bloom
All the days will come
That we used to consume
That's why
When September rolls around again
And the past and future fade away
Your hands and mine
Will draw out pleasure
You'll have new eyes
We'll see what's behind
We can be whole
With nothing to prove
With nothing to hide
That's why
When September starts to speak
We'll be amazed once more
Just like that afternoon
When we wanted to blend
When we were strangers
Two rivers to cross
A year will have passed
I'll host your flood, you'll navigate my rocks
A water that stirs in peace