Mad August Video (MV)

I remember it well, it was August first
Those pale blue eyes were dying of thirst
After twenty-five years in that sea
Those veins were trying hard to make it work
I know at a glance it took and shook me
Sorting out shirts for the sleeves
Endless nights of wine and black tea
The rest of the month took for a bead and a quirk

I remember it well it was August twelfth
I thought that I could fend for myself
Something smelled sweet and so inviting
I'd breathe in deep, there was love in the air
Two strangers filled to the brim with passions
Finding phrases to fashion
Paperback models of how we felt
And lovely Neruda to compare to ourselves

I remember it well it was August last
Everything I own out on the grass
Pages and youth spread out to the wind
Where did I go wrong? Which was the poor remark?
Lost in time she still bends the arc
I went for a walk and never came back
With questions for friends I forgot to ask
Jane of Calamity and Joan of Arc
Said, "Every end just needs a spark"