August Was A Heavy Month - Bob Geldof, Eric Clapton

I’ll take another photograph

Before the old one fades

It reminds me of those things that past

And quickly passed away

But it comes on in the early night

Creeping up on you

Those scenes of devastation

Crushing down on cue

These days are growing colder now

The light is growing dim

August was a heavy month

And now the nights are drawing in

Poor Baby Blue’s wrapped up again

Inside her final pain

I’d help her if I could I say

She puts us all to shame

Alright, alright I know I’ve got a lot

Left to answer for

But am I the only one to blame

And anyway who’s keeping score

But the grass seems so much brighter now

She’s spilled her blood again

August was a heavy month

Wash it down September rain

Baby Blue picks up her life tonight

And rushes for the Chelsea train

All the stars shine down on her tonight

And August was a heavy month

The photograph is cracked and torn

From being picked up, put down

Like some holy relic

Whose worshippers are found

Searching through their sacred books

For the holy grail of «why»

But the total sum of knowledge

Knows no more than you or I

Alright, alright says Baby Blue

Who doesn’t really understand

August was a heavy month

But winter came at last