Ben Folds

I wish it was last September.
So we could lose ourselves in crowds everyday.
'Cos Emaline, don't walk in time,
she's not the same that's all you can say.
That we've learnt our lesson, but I,
Don't wanna walk away from Emaline.
They're talking now.
Does she know what they're saying?
She's got the air, to float above it.
I'm sinking in the summer champagne.
She's dear to me, and so expensive.
Now I'm not talking 'bout money.
Money talks,
I hate to listen,
but lately it's been screaming in my ear.
When I've heard enough, I tell myself-
That we've learnt our lesson, but I,
Don't wanna walk away from Emaline.
It only took me one look to understand Emaline,
sometime I don't know what she's saying.
Sometimes I do,