Cat - November текст песни

November slipped up on the pavement

Stumbled and fell, never quite made it

And she was lost by December



Now, why are you willing to sacrifice yourself to these daydreams?

A bed of illusions, bed of frustrations

The air is so much thinner up here



So pack your bags, it's time to leave

Turn off that blaring TV screen

It's time to move on, it's time you were gone

Move on



Insidious situations

Conversation and desolation go hand in hand

Everybody's stranger, everybody's friend



Red circles of wine, you're mulling it over

But it takes time, and it's time that you told her

Tell her it's for the best

And return to the start again.



But old habits die harder than you might know

You thought you'd bide time, safe to take it slow

Pretend it's not there, pretend you don't care

Nothing is real



Heart of steel, heart of gold

You were bought but you were sold

Spinning red circles and brilliant blue dreams

Cutting all these losses and finding new beginnings



Red circles of wine, you're mulling it over

But it takes time, and it's time that you told her

Tell her it's for the best

And return to the start again.



Red circles of wine...

But it takes time...

The air is so much clearer up here.