Fleur says she doesn't want to picked anymore
I said I understand and then tear off her blouse
Fleur sings the ballad of wedding gaol
I hum along it gets me so aroused

Fleur says dying in her prime would be a sin
So I treat her with all respect
Fleur says her forehead is quite different from mine
But what did she expect

It's August 
And we're dying
A little day by day
It's August 
And we're trying 
To kill our joys 
With pain

Fleur gives names to all the anomalies
That have bruised her petals and bruised her heart
She gives names to all my apologies
I guess you can call it art

Fleur Laughs when she cries and kisses me goodnight
I wipe away her tears and I want inside 
Fleur says nothing and then curses the moon
May she have her wish and die in her sleep soon

It's August 
And we're dying
little day by day
It's August 
And we're trying 
To kill our joys 
With pain

(c) PJDS
Tekst: Pieter-Jan De Smet
Muziek: Mirko Banovic, Geoffrey Burton, Pieter-Jan De Smet en Frederik Van Den Berghe