november baby
Singer:torres
this skin hangs on me like a lampshade
keeping all my light at bay
that night i banged at winter's doorstep
for just a look at your face
i just haven't met them yet
when i walk and when i sleep
i hear you on the tongues of strangers
i hang on every word they speak
i try to be just where you are
but summer takes you far from me
so just for now i place an angel
atop an early christmas tree