On the roof, underneath the lines of planes,    Their landing lights turning the sky    All red and green    Playing it cool,    Not calling       It's as though I don't care for    The unbroken surface of the water    The sound of your voice    When you stop talking       September's still Summer, but the nights are like Fall.    Tell me your Fall Stories,    Every time you broke your heart.    Your love comes out your hands.    It all comes out of your hands.    Make me remember who I am.       It always felt like a tunnel,    Everything was so small.    The angels hung around you    In the back seat of your car.       Traffic and watching,    My arm over you breathing,    Just turn around and let me.    Just turn around and let me.       September's still Summer, but the night's are like Fall.    Tell me your Fall Stories,    Every time you broke your heart.    Your love comes out your hands.    It all comes out of your hands.    Make me remember who I am.       Your love comes out your hands.    It all comes out of your hands.    Make me remember who I am.