November کے بول

All the loneliness we felt Oh, the feeling Cast a burden overhead Across the ceiling And the phantom always waits For the midnight Holds the dreamer in his hands Shadows his eyes Through the auburn streets of leaves I'm surrounded Devils dance up in the trees To keep me grounded Desert Sun and sweet fires burn Through the evening As this train tears down the tracks I am leaving She is waiting by a bay Through the clearing I awake to find her face Disappearing Far across the burning land I remember Frozen in October's Sun Comes November