Her bones will ache, her mouth will shake
And as the passion dies her magic heart will break
She'll fly to France, but theres no chance
No hope for Cinderella.....

Come September...
Everything wrong gonna be alright
Come September

Her violet sky, will need to cry
And if it doesnt rain then everything will die
She needs to heal, she needs to feel
Something more than tender...

Come September
Evrything wrong gonna be alright
Come September

The souls that burn will twist and turn
And find you in the dark no matter where you run
Shes made her mark but lost her spark
And what shes looking for she cant remember

Evrything wrong gonna be alright
Come September

Her eyes surrender her cries
A crying shame
Comin undone is she aver gonna feel tha same

She will run, shes gonna drink the sun
Shining there for you instead of everyone
And so it goes she'll stand alone
amd try not to remember....
Come september

Evrything wrong gonna be alright
Come september