Goodbye my love... heaven has been wronged
Now our young bent arms don't seem quite so strong
November and all the frost bites... deep as the snow flowers plowed
This bed is colder than blood or bone
Never knock on my door... whatever possessed you, ah
Somewhere there's an emptiness... hold me tightly, I wouldn't dream of it
Beware my love... this tongue is a dying flame
My lies may fall like an acid rain
Maybe the sleet was in silently above the roads
You loving angel, you're skin and bones
November and all the frost bites... deeper than the snow flowers plowed
This bed is colder than blood or bone