Basia Bulat
From Now On
Every year from now onI will wait until all the leaves turnWait until they burnWait until I see my brother give me a lookThat reminds meIf the truth can be told, I might go homeCould I offer to my son orMy daughter that dayEverything that I know?What will I know?And if I can still be honest?When the sun sets lateIn the way it does at the endOf the summertimeSummertime is a messFor those of us who know itOctober is closerThan any one of us can admitIf every song from now on is about youEvery song, every song from now onI can play on and onI can play you on and on and onAnd on until I am out of breathIf you are waiting at the restWhen my cadence grows impatientEvery summer’s endBasia Bulat: Vocals, Piano.
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