November

Verse 1

Leaves are spinning their last goodbye
November paints his grey sky
The autumn wind is calling me near
I chase my dream through shadows and fear

Chorus

Under the grey sky, caught in the storm
November speaks — in his uniform
There’s warmth in the chill, soft and low
Every sound has its silver glow

Verse 2

November, my cold old friend
You draw your circle, no start, no end
The trees keep whispering in the haze
Guarding the soul of forgotten days

Chorus

Under the grey sky, caught in the storm
November speaks — in his uniform
There’s warmth in the chill, soft and low
Every sound has its silver glow

Verse 3

Streetlights are drowning in the freezing haze
Long shadows crawling in a soulless daze
The autumn sunset trembles wide
The song of the night — I can’t hide

Chorus

Under the grey sky, caught in the storm
November speaks — in his uniform
There’s warmth in the chill, soft and low
Every sound has its silver glow

Outro

Puddles shimmer like mirrors deep
Swallowing warmth the night will keep
The wind brings echoes, far and gone
Whispers of time that once moved on…