By the Time November Comes

Its the month of the dead

Its the weeks of ghosts

Haunted memories

Come through in floods

By the time November comes

I can see my breath in the air

The month of the dead

The sleepless live here

I fall on my knees

Like a falling tear

While I'm down there, I may as well pray for my soul

And do the things I said I'd never do

By the time November comes

Its the month of the dead

White snow black crow

The sound of earth on oak

My love tastes of salt

By the time November comes

I can see my breath in the air

I thought I knew the man I thought I was

By the time November comes

Its the month of the dead

Its the weeks of ghosts

Haunted memories

Come through in floods

By the time November comes

I can see my breath in the air

I thought I knew the man I thought I was

By the time November comes

I do the things I said I'd never do

By the time November comes

I thought I knew the man I thought I was

By the time November comes

I do the things I said I'd never do

By the time November comes

By the time November comes

I can see my breath in the air

By the time November comes

I can see my breath in the air

By the time November comes

I can see my breath in the air

By the time November comes

I can see my breath in the air