October - Little Cub

The smell of fresh grass

A dream of England in your eyes

I should have noticed

How easily you lie

How easily you lie

The morning vapours

The cigarettes you never rolled

You said it’s waiting

By my bed (unintelligible)

And this time

I’ve got October on my mind

And this time

I’ve got October on my mind

For Queen and country

I heard your cousin made the call

Our eyes were glazing

But you were marched over a (unintelligible)

Over

A soul

And this time

I’ve got October on my mind

And this time

I’ve got October on my mind

And this time

I’ve got October on my mind

And this time

I’ve got October on my mind

And this time

I’ve got October on my mind

And this time

I’ve got October on my mind