Her bones will ache, her mouth will shake,
and as the passion dies, her magic heart will break
She'll fly to France, 'cause there's no chance,
no hope for Cinderella... come September.
(Chorus:)
Everything wrong gonna be alright... come September.
Her violet sky will need to cry,
'cause if it doesn't rain, then everything will die
She needs to heal, she needs to feel
something more than tender... come September.
Chorus
The souls that burn will twist and turn,
and find you in the dark, no matter where you run
She's made her mark, but lost her spark,
and what she's pushing for she can't remember.
Chorus
Her eyes surrender, her cry a crying shame
Coming undone, is she ever gonna feel the same?
She will run, she's gonna drink the sun,
shining just for you instead of everyone
And so it goes, she'll stand alone
and try not to remember... come September.
Chorus (tris)
Come September... September.