Witch Will Die - Lost Ones

Skies of November

Somewhere on the cross of roads
We led us astray, headlights went out
We were laughing, but scared
We were fallen about it

And we wanted to get far
Away from this haven of snakes
The script of night we are not able to read
It's in the cradle

Lo, behold, we are already
Tearing through rivers and towns
Void and cold and lonesome ones
It's time to stop running around

And we finally took this trip
One afternoon in autumn
Our feet, touching the mountain peak
Let's take this train or this big ship
And we sleep next to each other
Hand in hand, and from now on
I smile at the grey November skies
So we are taking time

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Writer(s): Wentzel Rollmann
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