| Song | August Was A Heavy Month |
| Artist | Bob Geldof |
| Album | Deep In The Heart Of Nowhere |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Geldof | |
| 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. |
| zuo qu : Geldof | |
| 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Geldof | |
| 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. |