September rain has fallen And soaked you to the skin. But when she moves, You don't see any other thing. Six times you resisted But the seventh made it in.
So shine on, Shine on On your single deadly sin, So shine on, Shine on Shine on me.
Her lips must have softly bled to so wet and red, And you really should be leaving now, but you stay with her instead.
So shine on, Shine on As temptation cuts your thread So shine on, Shine on Shine on me..