a better man would do you well
but while you were out running you tripped and fell in love
oh scraped your knees
a better man he'd treat you right
he'd break your fall wouldn't keep you up at night
oh wringing your hands
but you don't seem to care that there's nobody there
to stop all the bleeding from out of the hole in your heart
and you scream and you swear, pulling leaves from your hair
saying "this time I'll get a nice running start"
cold trees in November, like blank sheets of paper, they want to remember
cold trees in November with hands in the sand they dig for the embers
cold trees in November
we started out misunderstood
this dried up town in full of firewood
and we had time to burn
but it ended just a bit too late
those burning coals so hard to satiate
ah weren't they now
and the steam-engine roared as it cut through the dirt
focused ahead like a hungry dog, not looking back
with the lines on their faces as they shook their heads
and the jealous eyes as they watched that train leave the tracks
cold trees in November, like blank sheets of paper, they want to remember
cold trees in November with hands in the sand they dig for the embers
cold trees in November
we made love like moths on fire
twisting fireworks and spinning higher , on tiny wings
like comet bodies that collide
raced to the ocean playing seek and hide, oh and I found you there
we were changing our shapes, speaking love's conversation
we were snakes birds and mammals and fishes that swim in the sea
and I couldn't decide how I liked you the best with your butterfly heart an the sun's early colors on me
cold trees in November, like blank sheets of paper, they want to remember
cold trees in November with hands in the sand they dig for the embers
cold trees in November
but while you were out running you tripped and fell in love
oh scraped your knees
a better man he'd treat you right
he'd break your fall wouldn't keep you up at night
oh wringing your hands
but you don't seem to care that there's nobody there
to stop all the bleeding from out of the hole in your heart
and you scream and you swear, pulling leaves from your hair
saying "this time I'll get a nice running start"
cold trees in November, like blank sheets of paper, they want to remember
cold trees in November with hands in the sand they dig for the embers
cold trees in November
we started out misunderstood
this dried up town in full of firewood
and we had time to burn
but it ended just a bit too late
those burning coals so hard to satiate
ah weren't they now
and the steam-engine roared as it cut through the dirt
focused ahead like a hungry dog, not looking back
with the lines on their faces as they shook their heads
and the jealous eyes as they watched that train leave the tracks
cold trees in November, like blank sheets of paper, they want to remember
cold trees in November with hands in the sand they dig for the embers
cold trees in November
we made love like moths on fire
twisting fireworks and spinning higher , on tiny wings
like comet bodies that collide
raced to the ocean playing seek and hide, oh and I found you there
we were changing our shapes, speaking love's conversation
we were snakes birds and mammals and fishes that swim in the sea
and I couldn't decide how I liked you the best with your butterfly heart an the sun's early colors on me
cold trees in November, like blank sheets of paper, they want to remember
cold trees in November with hands in the sand they dig for the embers
cold trees in November