November's Beach Songtext
von Tom The Lion

A spoor I caught
For a place I love
A chapel of
I′ve known
A perfect loss
That said enough
To last
For aye, for life
An open door
To a balcony view
In the thick heat of june
A mannequin
That stood behind
The glass of an older life
In memory
To ratify
A hallowed stock
In russet cloth
A chapel of I've loved
All I′ve lost
But was enough
To last for aye
For life
An open door
To a balcony view
In the thick heat of june
A mannequin
That stood behind
The glass of an older life
In memory
To ratify
Flesh, flesh it out
From November's beach
The hands
A chapel of stained glass
You are at once, to last