I'll take another photograph   Before the old one fades   It reminds me of those things that past   And quickly passed away   But it comes on in the early night   Creeping up on you   Those scenes of devastation   Crushing down on cue   These days are growing colder now   The light is growing dim   August was a heavy month   And now the nights are drawing in   Poor Baby Blue's wrapped up again   Inside her final pain   I'd help her if I could I say   She puts us all to shame   Alright, alright I know I've got a lot   Left to answer for   But am I the only one to blame   And anyway who's keeping score   But the grass seems so much brighter now   She's spilled her blood again   August was a heavy month   Wash it down September rain      Baby Blue picks up her life tonight   And rushes for the Chelsea train   All the stars shine down on her tonight   And August was a heavy month      The photograph is cracked and torn   From being picked up, put down   Like some holy relic   Whose worshippers are found   Searching through their sacred books   For the holy grail of "why"   But the total sum of knowledge   Knows no more than you or I   Alright, alright says Baby Blue   Who doesn't really understand   August was a heavy month   But winter came at last.      *written by Bob Geldof   *taken from the album "Deep In the Heart of Knowhere"