September Looms On A Hill

Talls trees, 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

September looms on a hill
This wheel chair's wheels they squeak still
Even after all the oil

We stop this globe from spinning
The morning bells from ringing
Now all that's left's the breathing

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

You needed more than I could supply
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...
All right, 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