September Cones - Robyn Hitchcock

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