in november

in november, when the snow has started to fall and the children run home from the
school. and the pool where you learned to swim is now shallow and the snow falling gently from the window

in november, when the sky's a bit more grey and the hours grow shorter everyday.
and the way that you walked is not so easy and there's a sowing of the seed

winds can sweep anything away, wishes or tragedies. you can lose even if you don't play.

in november, when the clothes are piled on and the summer dreams are all shelved away.
and you bundle up when you go outside and all the furry ones have died

winds can sweep anything away, wishes or tragedies. you can lose even if you don't play.

in november, when the rain isn't rain anymore and the only way to even the score is to pretend you were that way before

in november, in november...