September Cones - normal

	I'll find a way
	To make you see
	Just what your love
	Has done for me
	Right from my skin
	Down to my bones
	September Cones
	September Cones
	The horses tramp
	Beneath the tree
	Their breath is mist
	It seems to me
	They're solid ghosts
	Each one alone
	September Cones
	September Cones
	The phonebox glows
	Beside the sea
	There's no one there
	But you and me
	So let's make love
	In the ozone
	September Cones
	September Cones
	And when she's lonely
	She just gazes in the glass
	And when she's lonely
	She just counts the blades of grass
	The glider crashed
	Into the hill
	Where your time stopped
	My time stood still
	And overhead
	A bomber drones
	September Cones
	September Cones
	Here comes a boy
	He's looking pale
	He's growing horns
	He's grown a tail
	He needs a love
	To call his own
	September Cones
	September Cones
	September Cones
	September Cones