Lyrics: Natalie Imbruglia. White Lilies Island. Come September.

Her bones will ache, her mouth will shake
And as the passion dies her magic heart will break
She'll fly to France 'cause there's no chance
No hope for Cinderella come September

Everything wrong gonna be alright come September

Her violet sky will need to cry
'Cause if it doesn't rain then everything will die
She needs to heal, she needs to feel
Something more than tender come September

Everything wrong gonna be alright come September

The souls that burn will twist and turn
And find you in the dark no matter where you run
She's made her mark but lost her spark
And what she's pushing for she can't remember

Everything wrong gonna be alright, come September

Her eyes surrender, her cry a crying shame
Coming undone is she ever gonna feel the same?

She will run she's gonna drink the sun
Shining just for you instead of everyone
And so it goes she'll stand alone
And try not to remember come September

Everything wrong gonna be alright, come September
Everything wrong gonna be alright, come September
Come September, September