Another November afternoon   searching for an elusive and unspeakable tune...   Maybe I gave in to you too soon   and looked for the sun, but   I found your room.   Hanging outside your front door,   looking for the answer to what you swore   was the last phone call I'd ever get before   you fell asleep in the silence   as I read my eyelids once more.      So say that it's not your way,   an outspoken token of my affectation   has lead us to this day.   I'll try to rise up to your eyes,   but the one explanation for your salutation   has translated as goodbye.      Another November night   when I drink to the silence, 'til dawn's early light.   Maybe you would like to try   to crack my smile, to grin and lie?   Choking on the last words that you said,   I pick my battles carefully, and I keep my head   above the waterline beside my bed.   You'll never hear my voice again   because my lungs are dead.      So say that it's not your way,   an outspoken token of my affectation   has lead us to this day.   I'll try to rise up to your eyes,   but the one explanation for your salutation   has translated as goodbye.      Just say goodbye.