Everytime you lay your eyes on me 
I might ask you to whisper softly what you meant when you said 
I'm not right and love is dead 

November rains more than this month 
Lasting through much longer than your touch 

So ask yourself why look so desperate on any given day 
Walk beside me through windows painted glass 
Don't expect me to go through this decay 

Make a liar out of me and work your magic 
I can't ask the same of you 
For I'll discover your insides rot as will mine doing what you do 

Oh these days they get so hard, so hard to follow through 
Any one of those days, I'll see that knife go through 

Everytim that I see you there I might ask you just to not stare 
What you meant when you said that I'm not right and love is dead