Chris Pureka - Song for November lyrics
[Chris Pureka - Song for November lyrics]
Dry the flowers, file the sheet-music
Save me for the fire
I spent the day forgetting
The dream that woke me up
The garden is empty and I still remember why
I'm so reluctant ot start it again
Eternal November
Shines through the marrow of me
I never was a very good fighter
They started me young
You always were the very best lover
That I couldn't love
The years they will make you
A pretty good runner
Yeah I've been running around
All of this time
Shot in the dark, down in the shadows
Waiting for when
Yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear
You were running around so
You'd never remember this
Fear lights a fire under you
And all you leave behind are
The smoke and the ashes
A trail of grey and blue
Blame me dear for any disaster
Oh how the kerosene ran dry
And we made our bed
In that familiar graveyard
Between the sternum and the spine
Oh darling I think that all of the answers
Went south on the backs of
Those grey winged birds
Or slipped through our finger
While we were sleeping waiting for when
Yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear
Along the way the light is the medicine
Along the way we search for the sun
To call us down the dark corridor
Back into the world
Save me for the fire
I spent the day forgetting
The dream that woke me up
The garden is empty and I still remember why
I'm so reluctant ot start it again
Eternal November
Shines through the marrow of me
I never was a very good fighter
They started me young
You always were the very best lover
That I couldn't love
The years they will make you
A pretty good runner
Yeah I've been running around
All of this time
Shot in the dark, down in the shadows
Waiting for when
Yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear
You were running around so
You'd never remember this
Fear lights a fire under you
And all you leave behind are
The smoke and the ashes
A trail of grey and blue
Blame me dear for any disaster
Oh how the kerosene ran dry
And we made our bed
In that familiar graveyard
Between the sternum and the spine
Oh darling I think that all of the answers
Went south on the backs of
Those grey winged birds
Or slipped through our finger
While we were sleeping waiting for when
Yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear
Along the way the light is the medicine
Along the way we search for the sun
To call us down the dark corridor
Back into the world