August Hair

August hair

Almost there

And then you ride to me

August brain

Feels no pain

And then you ride to me

Deep inside your murky heart-o

Meat or fish, I

Swim around you

Deep inside your milky sign and

Meet and never

Did I find you

August hair

Far away

And you trying out my name

August hair

Is almost there

And then your archers came

Deep inside this ghostly haze-o

Meet a pope you

Still amaze me -- Ah...

Deep below this modern ceiling -- Ah...

You will always always keep me feeling -- Ah...