Sometimes in the evening I find a green spot in this town And I hide myself thinking of those circling skies It takes me back to another time of duffel coats And drawing lines in the late september evening sand
The pumpkin soup on the table The late september sun A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be undone Autumns brown sturdy fingers are embedding bouquets up and down your spine I'm embrace the moment for everything changes And all this will too Today you debut your birthday bike on the hill Its so beautiful but things are gonna change
The pumpkin soup on the table as warm as evening sun A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be passed on The circling sky of seagulls the late september sun I dream of the future I dream that sorrow yet to be undone Undone
Pedal home, pedal home Your mother is baking your favourite apples this evening Theres soup on the table but dont let go cold No, no, no As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean You watch as autumn it's takes last breath of summer It's last breath of summer.
The pumpkin soup on the table The late september sun Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
