После концерта Piano Magic засела у меня в мозгах их SAINT MARIE.
Вот лирика:

Out of season, out of heart, I cross you off beneath the stars/Autumn leaves a nasty scar and with the leaves, the heart departs/You're off the map, you've left the book/I'm off my head and treading luck/And it's too late to call you up/The heart migrates, it comes unstuck/I light a candle for Saint Marie, in the hope she never brings you back to me/I light a candle for Saint Marie, in the hope she never brings you back to me