Album: Matt Costa
Early November took a drive to the sea
Just to hear the waves crash on the night on the beach
It was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
Hearing them sing
We drank coffee in the morning light
You read the paper and I put my head in my hands, in my hands, in my hands
And cried
Early November just a leaf on a tree
We walk with a fog through the lonely cemetery, -tery, -tery
Lonely cemetery
Early November seems a lifetime away
The words that we spoke like clouds
No they don't seem to stay, seem to stay, seem to stay
Stay in one place
And they don't, and they don't, and they don't
Even mean the same thing
No they don't, no they don't, no they don't...