November Flows Songtext
von Gaunt Story

He was hailed as the one who sailed
Out from that burning seat
And into a field of light
Rising up as November flows And I′m still not prepared to say
And you're not prepared to lose
To wake and feel
Home


The slightest child, split open wide
And filled back up with dirt
Sawdust and a hole
To feel at ease with swollen knees
All bloodied and alone
A twisted spine did grow
To wake and feel