I saw you flying away, running into the air, you were this breeze, scent of September
crackling fireplace and color of ripe grapes, too many drunken whiners, two drunken liars
I'm standing here now in my nostalgic gloom in a forest of fire and gold "moonlight sonata" is playing downtown in the crowd, I feel so numb and I faint
(chorus)
I miss the beauty of love in the month of September, when summer is gone but it's not yet fall
you belong to my winter, sorry if it hurts but for me it's not time to cary on
feelings were pure and untouched, crisp like the air of my breath, neither too bold nor freezing cold
I hate the pandemonium, I'm searching for equilibrium, what I look for is balanced love
I'm standing here now in my nostalgic gloom in a forest of fire and gold, moonlight sonata is playing downtown in the crowd, I feel so numb and I faint
(chorus)
I miss the beauty of love in the month of September, when summer is gone but it's not yet fall
you belong to my winter, sorry if it hurts but for me it's not time to cary on
feelings were pure and untouched, crisp like the air of my breath, neither too bold nor freezing cold
I hate the pandemonium, I'm searching for equilibrium, what I look for is balanced love
crackling fireplace and color of ripe grapes, too many drunken whiners, two drunken liars
I'm standing here now in my nostalgic gloom in a forest of fire and gold "moonlight sonata" is playing downtown in the crowd, I feel so numb and I faint
(chorus)
I miss the beauty of love in the month of September, when summer is gone but it's not yet fall
you belong to my winter, sorry if it hurts but for me it's not time to cary on
feelings were pure and untouched, crisp like the air of my breath, neither too bold nor freezing cold
I hate the pandemonium, I'm searching for equilibrium, what I look for is balanced love
I'm standing here now in my nostalgic gloom in a forest of fire and gold, moonlight sonata is playing downtown in the crowd, I feel so numb and I faint
(chorus)
I miss the beauty of love in the month of September, when summer is gone but it's not yet fall
you belong to my winter, sorry if it hurts but for me it's not time to cary on
feelings were pure and untouched, crisp like the air of my breath, neither too bold nor freezing cold
I hate the pandemonium, I'm searching for equilibrium, what I look for is balanced love