Natalie Imbruglia

Her bones will ache
Her mouth will shake
And as the passion dies
Her magic heart will break
She’ll fly to France
‘Cause there’s no chance
No hope for Cinderella
Come September
Everything wrong
Gonna be alright
Come September
Her violet sky
Will need to cry
‘Cause if it doesn’t rain
Then everything will die
She needs to heal
She needs to feel
Something more than tender
Come September
Everything wrong
Gonna be alright
Come September
The souls that burn
Will twist and turn
And find you in the dark
No matter where you run
She’s made her mark