From a second, think i'm bugging out, i start to feel like time is running out i run 100 miles treat me with another smile, i can recognize when it's
Speechless Unreal Drowning in an abyssal silence Slowly moving through this immensity I fly, swimming in this darkblue sky It's cold, I'm scared and
eagle fly through a clear blue sky 1965, the 8th of November Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky 1965 (1965) On the 8th of November, the angels
't want me be usin mac 11's When I sing, so when I said daddy was gone 'til November I knew, I knew that he wouldn't be back in November Cause I could
empty window pane Listening for the secret Searching for the sound But I could only hear the preacher And the baying of his hounds Willow sky Whoa,
find her new deal Who is their ticket for a meal? This world is real on the heels of a final generation I remember that day in November Standin' on
find her new deal Who is their ticket for a meal? This world is real on the heels of a final generation I remember that day in November Standing on the
Meet me here On November 11th, come alone Bring your mouth And selective irreverence, we'll both see stars, just One more time Kiss before the sky falls
Written by Steven Wilson A dislocated day Peers in to the ether Counts the stars inside the sky And flies in to the never Looped around my eyelids A
for a coffin so clean Or these trees to undress all their leaves onto me I put my face in the dirt and then finally I'll see The sky that has been avoiding
It all seemed so idiotic, all the accusations of unpatriotic The fall we'll always remember, capitulating silence Election November before the winter
snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up Look here, I live wild like Q cousin, day-day Anytime I want, I take they K Next Friday, till November
The lantern moon hung high and gold in the cold November sky The locust sang a midnight song and starlight wind was a sigh And you moved me with no hand
roll back into our winter lives again. The tangle at the garden fence is brown and dry. You call me out and point to your November sky. chorus: I must
trees I'm making old October talk; But all I do is crawl.. Won't you summer me soon Yeah, won't you summer me soon If the sun would rise behind a grey sky
my legs and arms Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole Under cold November sky Then
for his oldest old friend But nobody's seen Mister Fox No-one has seen Mister Fox Reds and blues dart between the trees And this time the sky is really
Or a box to open up with light and sound Making you cold, very cold I leave home at seven Under a heavy sky I ride my bike up I ride my bike down November
