November

Big sweaters Cold weather Day has just begun Leaves falling Friends calling Fall is almost done The part where we come close Is the part I hate the most November I hold In my fucked up hands December I fold Into grains of sand Remember I told You to hold me tight Stranded in the cold In the dead of night Lights shining Bells chiming Winter's on its way You're changing It's strange and The city we'll stay The part where we come close Is the part I hate the most November I hold In my fucked up hands December I fold Into grains of sand Remember I told You to hold me tight Stranded in the cold In the dead of night In the city I will stay November I hold In my fucked up hands December I fold Into grains of sand Remember I told You to hold me tight Stranded in the cold In the dead of night November I hold In my fucked up hands December I fold Into grains of sand Remember I told You to hold me tight Stranded in the cold In the dead of night Together we hold Our fucked up hands