Directed by : The Trenches
Lyrics:
You don’t like your teeth
Or the summer heat
So I’ll gladly bleed
On your December beach
Bruised and dancing feet
Barefoot on backstreets
We were cold, complete
I beg you not to leave
Planted in my chest like seeds
I’ll bloom all your flowers
But now my eyes they rain
Just like April showers
My soul is weak like
Fallen leaves
From September trees
Bruisin’ like a peach
Parallel we never touch
I’m the moon and you’re the sun
I miss you underneath
September
Trees
Trees
Trees
Now my minds gone bleak
Watered down like reefs
I’m dead at your shore
And my hearts at sea
Naked on fourth of July
You’re whiskey sour
I don’t see fire works
On our final hour
My soul is weak like
Fallen leaves
From September trees
Bruisin’ like a peach
Parallel we never touch
I’m the moon and you’re the sun
I miss you underneath
September
Trees
Trees
Trees
Trees
Trees
Trees