Stephane TV - Whales of August lyrics

Believe in whales, pull in winter And save the bench for springtime loves Beside your eyes and Bette Davis' There was a war before the cold Here comes the touch of november To chill my bones and comb the swans Red submarine have scared them all now The ghost has called the whales are gone It's just another withering fire Let it all out and find a way back home Another one is running out of time Let it all out and find you're way back home You need a little time to wake up You were dreaming He's not her We're not gone