Snovember

White trees point bony fingers
First snow is on the ground
Turn to ice and its growing cold
I'm turning pages I'm growing old
Snowflakes in November
Hello to you dark month
Of dead leaves under snow
What comes after life when it has ceased to grow
(things don't come around
I don't think that you will come
You won't come)
Relentlessly November
A boxcar filled with rocks
I'll wait by the window
I'll have my coffee black



Credits
Writer(s): Emil Lars Oedling, Norsten Robert Olof, Hellman Anders Karl, Oberg Patrick Kurt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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