Cousteau – The Last Good Day Of The Year

Don’t tell me
That you get sick of living
When the summer’s so forgiving, although we have stolen
All of the things that we thought we had owned then
Have disappeared
All these things in flavour
Won’t do you no favours
When the summer’s light is fragrant with scents of returning
You relent, you resent, now you’re burning
For nothing to change
There’s something there
Among the fallen fruit and flowers, won’t rest
Only minutes, only hours unless
Now the morning breaks in showers, I guess
We’ll remember this all of our lives
On the last good day of the year
On the last good day of the year
On the last good day of the year
All the leaves are turning
Autumn’s fingers burnished
Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime
Kinda working my way through a dream I
Was having alone
Was having alone
There’s something there
Among the fallen fruit and flowers, won’t rest
Only minutes, only hours unless
Now the morning breaks in showers, I’m left
With the north wind breathing down my neck
On the last good day of the year
On the last good day of the year
On the last good day of the year
There’s something there
Among the fallen fruit and flowers, won’t rest
Only minutes, only hours unless
Now the morning breaks in showers, I guess
We’ll remember this all of our lives
On the last good day of the year
On the last good day of the year
On the last good day of the year
On the last good day of the year