In August Lyrics & Chords By Stefan Petrache

(The pitter-patter of tiny feet on the glass of our eyes Making things so hard to see Wipe the pain away, and then you see that the sun does shine As you walk you notice you...read more

You were talking to me and looking at a monkey Feeding a monkey fruit and bread You know what: Everybody dies in august when no-one cries Or in someone's cruel cruel eyes But...read more