Your perfume is on my clothes
And when the wind blows they will know
And you will laugh at my time
While I cry over some wine
Your perfume is on my clothes
And when the wind blows they will know
That you were mine for a short time
To the stars and to the moon
From September until late June
I will wait through August alone
I will pick up the pieces at home
To the stars and to the moon
Here we are, now who are you?
It's your scent that lingers the most
It's your scent that hurts the most
Your perfume is on my clothes
And when the wind blows they will know
And I will laugh at our lost time
While you cry over some wine
Your perfume is on my clothes
And when the wind blows they will know
That I was yours for a short time
