Texty piesní The Early November

The Early November

The Mountain Range In My Living Room

With this being said

every petal's come off again

and fell to the floor,

every word again,

it's not like it ever meant,

everything we hoped.

All this said,

every word again.

It's never been harder to fall,

there's nothing to grab,

and that's all I want to hold on to.

Just another sweep and it'll be fine,

but this carpet's got hills

and I can't see this helping at all.

Throw away,

what you say

well then watch it all wash away,

well it washed ashore.

Who'd have thought it could float

even grow enough to make it's own

way back alone.

All this said,

every word again.

It's never been harder to fall,

there's nothing to grab,

and that's all I want to hold on to.

Just another sweep and it'll be fine,

but this carpet's got hills

and I can't see this helping at all.