November
And the air smells, and the air smells, and the air smells
Like vanilla and cinnamon
And all the colors, and all the colors, and all the colors
Indecent reds and oranges
She deceives, she deceives, she deceives
With her charming beauty
She's reckless like a stormy night
Lately, I've been losing
Losing my sleep
And I'm made of all the things
That I sow and I reap
And dead behind the eyes
Are my dreams of tomorrow
And all that's left is November's afterglow
A lingering ache, a lingering ache, a lingering ache
From these growing pains
And my emotions, my emotions, my emotions
Can't take all this change
And
Lately, I've been losing
Losing my sleep
And I'm made of all the things
That I sow and I reap
And dead behind the eyes
Are my dreams of tomorrow
And all that's left is November's afterglow
The leaves dance across the barren road
And I know it's hard, I know it's hard
Watching the seasons change
But now it just hurts more
And I used to dance under crescent moons
And I know it's there, I know it's there
With the stars in my eyes
But now it just hurts more
Lately, I've been losing
Losing my sleep
And I'm made of all the things
That I sow and I reap
And dead behind the eyes
Are my dreams of tomorrow
And all that's left is November's afterglow
And home for the holidays
And it all comes back to stay
Every summer's barren end
Comes furious November
Lately, I've been losing
Losing my sleep
And I'm made of all the things
That I sow and I reap
And dead behind the eyes
Are my dreams of tomorrow
And all that's left is November's afterglow
Like vanilla and cinnamon
And all the colors, and all the colors, and all the colors
Indecent reds and oranges
She deceives, she deceives, she deceives
With her charming beauty
She's reckless like a stormy night
Lately, I've been losing
Losing my sleep
And I'm made of all the things
That I sow and I reap
And dead behind the eyes
Are my dreams of tomorrow
And all that's left is November's afterglow
A lingering ache, a lingering ache, a lingering ache
From these growing pains
And my emotions, my emotions, my emotions
Can't take all this change
And
Lately, I've been losing
Losing my sleep
And I'm made of all the things
That I sow and I reap
And dead behind the eyes
Are my dreams of tomorrow
And all that's left is November's afterglow
The leaves dance across the barren road
And I know it's hard, I know it's hard
Watching the seasons change
But now it just hurts more
And I used to dance under crescent moons
And I know it's there, I know it's there
With the stars in my eyes
But now it just hurts more
Lately, I've been losing
Losing my sleep
And I'm made of all the things
That I sow and I reap
And dead behind the eyes
Are my dreams of tomorrow
And all that's left is November's afterglow
And home for the holidays
And it all comes back to stay
Every summer's barren end
Comes furious November
Lately, I've been losing
Losing my sleep
And I'm made of all the things
That I sow and I reap
And dead behind the eyes
Are my dreams of tomorrow
And all that's left is November's afterglow
Credits
Writer(s): Margaret O'keefe
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