كلمات The Novemberist

I dream of airplanes crashing Solemn beginnings daily Every day I grow old And am born again Bathed in fight that starts to darken when I emerge I dream of airplanes crashing Solemn beginnings daily Dissolution is change I see tongues of fire upon our heads Turn off the lights to see the next room The constant… Save a match for me Run with me into the flames Save a match for me Play the game with me tonight Will November lose its meaning When your fingers lose their feeling? Today-make it shatter like glass Today makes tomorrow unbecoming November is what can change me