Could you leave me in september When i still have the taste Of summer on my lips Could you not look back So i can breathe some hate Into the mouth you used to kiss
Could you leave me in the morning So that my bed looks unmade Not empty of you Could you not look sad So i can cry some salt Into the place you used to move
Leave me in love Standing here beaming Leave me with no understanding No feeling no meaning If everything beautiful Has to end Leave me while my arms are still open So i can love again.
