November
(Indisponível)
The Autumn horizon wakes me from my sleep.
I feel your cold hand touch me and I weep.
An Indian Summer, the wind gave breath to the leaves.
The fall of a season. Look back from where it came.
The fangs of a bitter frost bite tear me limb from limb.
It makes me see all sides and returns to haunt my days.
Icy fingers hold me outstretched to an ice plagued world.
I hear old Jack Frost painting on the edge of my window sill.
And he says to me without a doubt, "Do you believe me?"
And the wind whispers low, "November’s leaving."
We seek sheltered havens. A fire sings lullabys.
The storm blows icy water on a frozen desert sea.
Icicle daggers get thrust deep into my heart.
The Autumn is crucified to tear this year apart.
The fangs of a bitter frost bite tear me limb from limb.
It makes me see all sides and returns to haunt my days.
Icy fingers hold me outstretched to an ice plagued world.
I hear old Jack Frost painting on the edge of my window sill.
And he says to me without a doubt, "Do you believe me?"
And the wind whispers low, "November’s leaving me again."
To the cold.....
I reach for warmth. Please hold me closer.
See my breath in the wind as your love chills me to the bone.
Frozen anguish, I stand alone,
As we seek for refuge from the cold.
Winter’s dagger in my heart.
The Autumn is crucified to tear us all apart.
November, I hear you’re leaving.
November, I hear you’re leaving me again.
November, Will you come back to me again?
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