Текст песни Mid September - Alondra Bentley

Something in my fingertips tells me it's time.
Mid September brings a breeze, a wet and wild extract.
It's the printing of your pupil inside mine,
You carved signs upon my grid sixteen long years back.
Oh! I travel in time
Like a skin made calendar
Telling me when, where and how
A few years back.
I can tell it's time
Like an instinct almanac
Brings old senses back to life.
All of the moments that we had are a standing watermark,
Brightens up my eyes with a fluorescent spark,
Makes my vision quick and sharp like an owl in the dark,
But dismantles my soul into many parts.
When a soul is scattered into space
You are left with marks upon your face
And the chance to sprinkle love out in every direction.
You made up a special word that could describe
The extraordinary thrill of that stunning blast.
It's engraved beneath the dermis of the thighs
With a permanent technique that remais intact.
All of the moments that we had are a standing watermark,
Brightens up my eyes with a fluorescent spark,
Makes my vision quick and sharp like an owl in the dark,
But dismantles my soul into many parts.
When a soul is scattered into space
You are left with marks upon your face
And the chance to sprinkle love out in every direction.
When a soul is scattered into space
You are left with marks upon your face
And the chance to sprinkle love out in every direction.