Like November

Looks like its all over, like November
The fields have turned brown,
Lonely oaks are still holding on
Their leaves’ sad songs rattlin’ around

The wounded bite hard
Pierces deep and burns like oil
And truth is like smoke
We try to catch it but it curls and it coils

CHORUS:
I hear but I’ll never see
How our stories end so differently
Thought nothing could come ‘tween you and me
But this time nothing changes everything

Seems like I’ve been here before
Sometimes through the window and sometimes through the door
Strain when the cords are torn
Sorrow when the bridges burn