Invincible summer |||

Love and sax

The singer’s singing of a man, a woman.
It isn’t me; it isn’t you.
Saxophones can always make me cry.

Whisky, smoke, anonymity and noise:
the singer sings about these too.
Saxophones can make me cry. It isn’t you.

A woman buying drinks for two. One whisky,
not for me. She smiles and turns away.
It’s not for me. Saxophones can make me cry.

Two drinks in a basement on the way to bed.
Saxophones can make me cry.
It isn’t you. It isn’t you at all.