Augustine - Fragrance
Waiting til they call your station
Romanticise the small decisions
I’d be there in two minutes walking
Cracks let in a light two seconds
A stranger wears your walk and fragrance
But I overheard a southern accent
Damien calls me with their whereabouts
A park somewhere far out of town
I doubt that I will come around
This cold heart wouldn’t open twice
I have sealed it shut and I’ve forced it to close
I wonder how your day turned out
More so than I wandered my own
Everything I see is clouded
With your views and prejudice about it
I guess we covered all that there is
Damien calls me with their whereabouts
He’s been on to me for hours now
Doubt that I will come around
This cold heart wouldn’t open twice
I have sealed it shut and I’ve forced it to close
I wonder how your day turned out
More so than I wandered my own
You know how I could go about
Every place and every fucker I loathe
I wonder how your day turned out
Mine just turned one hundred years old
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Photography by Rassmus Björnson
Written by Augustine / Rassmus Björnson / Agrin Rahmani
Produced by Augustine / Rassmus Björnson / Agrin Rahmani
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