Love Song for the Dead Ché The United States of America

[Verse]
At the dawn of an ordinary Sunday
I remember the taste of you, sweet in my mouth
Late in the year

And in the stillness of an Oriente rainfall
I remember the warmth of you, still in my arms
Late, late in the year

[Chorus]
I can bring to you flowers in the night
Soft as my trembling fingers touch you, love

I can offer you wine and candlelight
If only my aching fingers clutch you, love

[Post-Chorus]
Late in the year
Late in the year
Late in the year

[Outro]
At the dawn of an ordinary Sunday
I remember the taste of you, sweet in my mouth
Late in the year