Cousteau - Late September Rain lyrics

Stranger than fiction You're talking to me, child It's late and I might stay a while Might look at all the maps You've drawn around your face No soul confession No sacrifice We run and we run Around our own devices I overheard you dreaming I overheard you lie... Now that won't come back again 'cos that won't ever be the same All of this remains In Late September Rain Still this beating silence The things that it don't say The wave is upon us It's underway We're running out of chances now Running down your street No soul conviction No sacrifice we run and we run Around our own devices I overheard you dreaming I overheard you lie...