Oh my friend, you look so cold
Frozen in thought, please take my coat
I'll warm your heart until it burns
I know that things can't get much worse
When a doctor is prescribing soap and water for your living hell
And a heavenly choir of angels are p***ing down your wishing well
The screaming stars will light our way
The screaming stars will light our way
Oh my friend, you seem so pale
The highest point, the dove-tail
The simple shapes and colours form against the trees
The sweetest tonic for the disease
And a doctor is prescribing soap and water for your living hell
While a heavenly choir of angels are p***ing down your wishing well
November,
Take my coat, it's cold
The screaming stars will light our way
The screaming stars will light our way
The screaming stars light our way
The screaming stars will light our way
November,
Take my coat, it's cold.