Fallilng Apart at the Seams November
just flew away But
we sit at the table I
stood at the door But
I sit at the table Did
you ever think But
you sit at the table November
just flew away But
you sit at the table I think I'm
falling apart at the seams
Nothing feels the way it should feel 'cause I'm running out of dreams I think you want me to stay But then you tell me to go And I'm left all alone And the only thing I know Is my name
Words/Music Copyright Tuckwood 1997 |