Early November took a drive to the sea
|
Just to hear the waves crash on the night on the beach
|
It was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
|
Hearing them sing
|
We drank coffee in the morning light
|
You read the paper and I put my head in my hands, in my hands, in my hands
|
And cried
|
|
Early November just a leaf on a tree
|
We walk with a fog through the lonely cemetery, -tery, -tery
|
Lonely cemetery
|
Early November seems a lifetime away
|
The words that we spoke like clouds
|
No they don't seem to stay, seem to stay, seem to stay
|
Stay in one place
|
|
And they don't, and they don't, and they don't
|
Even mean the same thing
|
|
No they don't, no they don't, no they don't...
|
|
-----------------
|
Early November
|
Matt Costa |