Little Cub October
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
