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.