August Hair

August hair
Almost there
And then you ride to me

August brain
Feels no pain
And then you ride to me

Deep inside your murky heart-o
Meat or fish, I
Swim around you

Deep inside your milky sign and
Meet and never
Did I find you

August hair
Far away
And you trying out my name

August hair
Is almost there
And then your archers came

Deep inside this ghostly haze-o
Meet a pope you
Still amaze me -- Ah...

Deep below this modern ceiling -- Ah...
You will always always keep me feeling -- Ah...