November Lyrics - Singles - Peter Mulvey

Close my door 

Close my eyes 

Press my fingers to the glass 

Why does November drag its heels when October never seems to last? 

The television tells us love can make a mute man speak or 

make a closed man walk outside 

But time sheds its light on all that I wanted to hide 

I get off the train I stumble 'round the Square 

I look for the poems at my feet 

You and I come home 

And there we bitch and moan 

'bout all the perfect lovers that we never seem to meet 

You'd better let someone love you instead of pushing us all away 

Until time rolls right over all that you wanted to say 

I know you are hurting 

I see you tied up in knots over there 

But these are the days we are given 

They are precious we must live them I swear 

This could be the last warm day in a cold and ugly November 

When it's all over, what are you going to remember?