Fading August

The shadows stretch across the lawn

We watch the gold begin

to fade

A quiet room, the summer's gone

And all the promises we made

It's slipping away, like warmth from the stone (ahhhh) We're standing together,

but feeling alone

A chill is creeping through the air

The leaves are heavy on the bough

You turn your head,

I touch your hair

We don't know how to say it now It's slipping away,

like warmth from the stone (ahhhh) We're standing together,

but feeling alone

Let it go, let

it drift away

(let it

drift)