September

Fresh and insolent breeze is smacking me in the face Fresh and insolent breeze is shaking me up to tease Sending shocks to my brain Fresh and insolent breeze and my brain is wandering ... I am awaking with the touch of September... I'm awaking I'm awaking I am being called to life again Fresh and insolent breeze is smacking me in the face Fresh and insolent breeze and my pulse is quickening Sending shocks in my veins Fresh and insolent breeze and my body's celebrating ... I am awaking with the touch of September... I'm awaking I'm awaking I am being called to life again ... I am awaking with the touch of September...