From the recording Witch of November
Maybe this year will be better than the last but the days go by oh so fast. And it’s one more day turned blue. One more day, nothing new. Maybe this month will be better than the last oh but the days keep reminding me of the past. It’s always gonna hit you by surprise. One day we fall, the next we rise. Looking back it’s hard to tell. Some did rise while others fell. They seem to always stand tall. No matter how far I fall. Looking back it’s hard to tell. Now I look back at the past. Oh boy, I wish it would forever last. I’ll never get used to this feeling. It’s kind of like those you keep stealing. Never thought that this could happen. Here I stand knowing that it did All wet and dampened. Thinking that you might appear.