Goodbye my love... heaven has been wronged   Now our young bent arms don't seem quite so strong   November and all the frost bites... deep as the snow flowers plowed   This bed is colder than blood or bone      Never knock on my door... whatever possessed you, ah   Somewhere there's an emptiness... hold me tightly, I wouldn't dream of it      Beware my love... this tongue is a dying flame   My lies may fall like an acid rain   Maybe the sleet was in silently above the roads   You loving angel, you're skin and bones      November and all the frost bites... deeper than the snow flowers plowed   This bed is colder than blood or bone