gone till November Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November You tell my girl I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
The past we seek some certainty The seasons we remember The light of May and darkest days The month we call November To leave behind the wasted time
Close my door Close my eyes Press my fingers to the glass Why does November drag its heels when October never seems to last? The television tells us
the softness of her hair fallin' on my face My arms all around her There's always somethin' 'bout this time of year That takes me to that place and I remember November November
Well I walked through walls to be with you Early nighttime morning came so soon And on Thursday night New York glowed Well I was in your arms black water
the Lights I can hear you footsteps at the front door I can feel your heart pressed upon your poor soul But it don't really matter Cuz you'll be home Come November
My life has changed - on a day in november - i've learned so many things about myself - but sometimes i'm sad - on a day in november - cos I feel with
you're whole again now its an obvious reflection can see it in my neck taking slow dancing lessons nervous laughter filled the voids when I declared you
memories come and, memories go to the globe of darkness turned a smoked window into the eye of my anger at being dragged into an arena the november
So I'm waiting for this test to end So these lighter days can soon begin I'll be alone but maybe more carefree Like a kite that floats so effortlessly
my chest Is filled with deceit I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears I caress flesh with severed nerves I go veiled in darkness and disease This November
end, autumn breeze The winter is at your sleeve Mary, Mark and John Put on their shoes and all ran home And we're all here, all alone Through September October November
(Sandy Denny) The wine it was drunk The ship it was sunk The shot it was dead All the sorrows were drowned The birds they were clouds The brides and the
with a weathered soul, who burned to live before he got far too old he tells stories to fill the space Once he said, "it's so cold in early November...
There was November in your eyes There'd be no pennies for the guys There were fireworks over London But you weren't among them anymore When it got darker
we might have friction sometimes and i know i am a selfish person believe me sweetie i understand completely just know that you make me happy fighting
Who am I? On the menu of never wanted In your eyes I see you'll never forget this I have lied To you a million times But I feel so different So please
constant over me...take me and show me..who I need to be.... The asphalt a little bit darker and it helps you to remember when the rain fell, in sweet November