AUSTIN MARCUS lyrics : "A Waltz For August"
They all came back for more
So laugh, again, my friend
Your pictures speak in tongues
But they won't tell anyone
The story you told to me.
The forests dream of gold
Ghosts of the prophets can't put on their own clothes
Yeah, when marching bands disperse
Kids with sad guitars are left searching for a verse
They shared a passing glance
The flame of true romance
It flickered, went out, for good
Come the winds of June
Those lazy afternoons
You watch as I wave goodbye
The bus-stop lies in snow
The warmth of pretending had left him years ago
The sun sank in the sea
Set fire to the map that led you back to me
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