November At My Door Songtext
von Emma Tricca

Yesterday the sky gave me
Pain to find the storm
Walking down the narrow streets
Walking down the narrow streets alone

This season brings within the sweetness
All the reds and the browns
This season brings within the sweetness
All the sound, falling on the face
This season brings within
A new song


Someone say that the path we thread is narrow
The same someone was lying next to me
Just last night on the wooden floor
On his hands they care to know what goes on behind
No long back hey, but I don′t make it easy
I don't show what goes on behind the curtains
What goes on behind

As the light come in straight into your room
Pics of that light to picture out my face
I cannot smile to what I feel
I cannot shake his hand and welcome him in
An Aeroplane is waiting for me
I but I′d like to stop the time
I'd like to frame the blue coboat sky
Of that days time of night

Forever and ever more
I can see November
At my door