November Songtext
von Cloud Rat

Crush the apple with your teeth
Measuring time
I circle the devil′s forehead
Spinning a thread above your head


Standing tall, interpret the cards
Remember the family driving the car
Stumble and lose track, three cats to call
Nobody can find you
The winter's finally here to console

I don′t need your hand
I need your heart
I'm lost without you

She brushes the beach
And turns, foam rolling, envying death
I withdraw, without a burden or ache