November

Things which are gone in the morning:
confidence, women, true stories, kisses
Things which I was not expecting:
maps which appear on the skin
maps which appear on my skin.

Glories as yet unpredicted:
gone for the list falls away from me now
(my dress, my sail)
stranger things surely have happened
to women I will not become
(this story will surely destroy me)

The city's heart sings a song for November
as she walks down to the shore
(a dim welcome hum, the thrum of a heartbeat)
Wrapped in blue, hideous heartbreak surrounds her
Will she come home after all?

Stranger things surely have happened:
turning my rings around, drifting on breezes
Home's close as dreaming
but I can't remember how
I can't remember

The city's heart sings a song for November
as she walks down to the shore
(a dim welcome hum, the thrum of a heartbeat)
Prophecies, honeybees swirling around her
treading her careful way home.

Choices are made and casualties counted
(air can make me meaningless)
Falling like pages
when a book hits the wall
(shut my lips upon the list)
Turning my rings around, drifting on breezes
waking or sleeping, which way do I go?
(before the morning ruins this)

An old-fashioned underground lurking nearby
(patiently waiting)
in a dream not a dream
are we open?
(you have been quartered)
Turn the world upside down
(I am no good)
Turning my rings around
(at expanding, contracting)
Nobody knows the way home
I know the way home!

ooh,
my dress, my sail
ooh, wonderful kisses
and maps which appear on the skin
Maps which appear on my skin
Oh,
The city's heart sings a song for November
as she walks down to the shore
(a dim welcome hum, the thrum of a heartbeat)
Prophecies, honey bees swirling around her
Nobody knows the way home
I know the way home!

ah,
(Confidence, women, true stories, kisses)
Glories as yet unpredicted
in maps which appear on the skin
maps which appear on my skin...hm