September Slow Letra

Across a small footbridge and a French coffee river Watches my footsteps in the September slow The lights on the boats They are stars in the water I?m losing my mind In this drinkable flow You live by the river In an old red brick building Beside the canal Where the lock gates are drawn I?m lost on the stairwell Except for the sound Of cats who like loving And a sad saxophone. My heart is the water That falls from the weir It crashes and tumbles And fills me with fear I came all this way Just to finish my song Or so I keep telling myself. Stop on the staircase And open my bag Inside is a story I wrote long ago It still has no ending Some pages are missing The pictures are fading But the binding was strong Now it is broken I?ve read it too often The paper?s so soft It feels just like your skin Or so I imagine but I do not know Your door is wide open so I walk on in. Here is a line from another song Coming home to land On a wing and a prayer I guess that is me Standing by your door I?ve got shine on my shoes I?ve hope in my hair Nothing is new except my guitar case And I?m so relieved I don?t have to face The way that old friends say ?How you have changed? You don?t know me We?re still strangers. Meeting your eyes Is like treading deep water Oh how I wanted, I always did know You don?t speak my language And I don?t speak yours There?s nothing to say That our bodies can?t show I might have your picture But that won?t replace The colours I see When I look at your face Red for my happiness Blue for my love And yellow for the sun and the moon In the sky up above.