You weren't here again today
But let us forget to weep - and run
Let us run through these silent streets
Let us feel the cool of September sweet
Let our song please the quiet breeze
And yes, I suppose that is a shame.
But then, there's nothing left to say.
I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name-
Have you ever wanted something done?
Something fat and bloody free?
To drag your whole life through this muddy sea?
The black dog's still here wating.
I'm sorry, I didn't catch the blame.
But then, there's no way left to pray.
But let us view these silent streets
Now free of all that blood, you see.
(The black dog's still here never sating)
And let us feel the quiet breeze,
Feel the soft September breeze
And the birds sing sterile melodies,
Nothing very pure or true.
Remember how they used to sing?
Tell me, did you know they sang for you?
I'm sorry I didn't catch your name
But since you'll be gone tomorrow too
I have one question left for you