Every year in September the heart stops.
Count down to the day
I look back at another year and cry -
for the years to come.

Every year in September everyone remembers you, But not I,
I remember you every day
In my dream I tell you my life -
as yours fade away.

Every year in September it starts all over again
So it starts again today
Images of you pass me on the platforms
In the city you so longed for,
I am here now, for you
Or was it for me that I went away?