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.