Another November afternoonnsearching for an elusive and unspeakable tune...nMaybe I gave in to you too soonnand looked for the sun, butnI found your room.nHanging outside your front door,nlooking for the answer to what you sworenwas the last phone call I'd ever get beforenyou fell asleep in the silencenas I read my eyelids once more.nnSo say that it's not your way,nan outspoken token of my affectationnhas lead us to this day.nI'll try to rise up to your eyes,nbut the one explanation for your salutationnhas translated as goodbye.nnAnother November nightnwhen I drink to the silence, 'til dawn's early light.nMaybe you would like to trynto crack my smile, to grin and lie?nChoking on the last words that you said,nI pick my battles carefully, and I keep my headnabove the waterline beside my bed.nYou'll never hear my voice againnbecause my lungs are dead.nnSo say that it's not your way,nan outspoken token of my affectationnhas lead us to this day.nI'll try to rise up to your eyes,nbut the one explanation for your salutationnhas translated as goodbye.nnJust say goodbye.