Letras:THe Early November. A Mountain Range In My Living Room.

With this being said
Every petal's come off again
And fell to the floor

Every word again
It's not like it ever meant
Everything we'd hoped
All this said
Every word again

It's never been harder to fall
There's nothin' to grab and that's
All I want to hold onto
Just another sweep and it'll be fine
But this carpet's got hills and I
Can't see this helping at all

Throw away what you say
Well then watch it all wash away
Will it wash ashore?


Who'd have thought it could float
Even grow enough to make its own
Way back alone
All this said
Every word again

It's never been harder to fall
There's nothin' to grab and that's
All I want to hold onto
Just another sweep and it'll be fine
But this carpet's got hills and I
Can't see this helping at all

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
(2x)