August Hair - Robyn Hitchcock

August hair

Almost there

And then you ride to me

August brain

Feels no pain

And then you ride to me

Deep inside your murky heart

Meat or fish

I swim around you

Deep inside your milky sign

Meet and never

Did I find you

August hair

Far away

And you trying out my name

August hair

Was almost there

And then your archers came

Deep inside this ghostly haze

Meet a pope

You still amaze me

Deep below this modern ceiling

You will always always keep me feeling

Ah-ah-ah