Текст: Rilo Kiley. Take Offs and Landings. August.

august
i'll see you soon
under yellow moons
where i'll gather what's left of you

and august
i'm on your side
or did i speak too soon?
now we've crossed the great divide

someday we will meet beyond the stars
and it'll be away from here
someday we'll meet beyond the time and the bars
and it will be away from here

august
august of last year
before the leaves disappeared
told me you were not the one


august
something in your eyes
or was it that July
told me not to take it to heart

someday we will meet beyond the stars
and it will be away from here
someday we will meet beyond the limits of who we are
and it will be away from here

someday we will meet beyond the stars
and it'll be away from here
someday we'll meet beyond the land that you call miles away
away from here