Song for November

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 medecine
 along the way we search for the sun
 to call us down the dark corridor
 back into the world...