There were distant stars
That twinkled from afar
And it was so bizarre
When I met her in September
Then there was a black
Cat running 'cross my path
And quickly jumping back
When I met her in September
We had a drinking campaign
Sweets and champagne
Getting drunk at our best
And I had to hold her
Naked shoulder
While she cried at my breast
There were crying seagulls
There were signs and signals
And the forecast said
That I'd meet her in September
We were broken hearts
We had wounds and scars
No love in mind we had
When I met her in September
No we didn't mean no
Falling in love
Talking like good friends instead
We were singing songs
And what is wrong
That then I found her in my bed?
There was nervous laughter
On the morning after
When we realised
That we hardly can remember
Our last night
Was it omen or prediction
Science or fiction
It's been in her eyes
When I met her in September