Testo November

The past we seek
Some certainly
The seasons we remember
The light of May, and darkest days
The month we call, November
To leave behind
The wasted time
And every bad decision
And harder still
Some force of will
To feel we are forgiven
But something stays
So who am I to say
There's nothing more between us

And I don't know the reasons
Nothing clear
Ive come to no conclusions
Said and done
Is it all said and done?
So here we are
Not very far From when we said
Forever

And all we have
This restless past
The month we call
November