September - Dead Meadow

I’ll be the mirror you’re looking through

Polished clear tempered true

All the things I set out to do

They all turn to dust when I turn to you

September

Nothing is better, nothing is right

The changing weather comes on tonight

All will look none will see

There’s nowhere I care, where I want to be

September

I know the sun must set

Night must come

The fire’s been lit by the last summer sun

All will look none will see

There’s thoughts in my head not put there by me