Goodbye my love... heaven has been wrongednNow our young bent arms don't seem quite so strongnNovember and all the frost bites... deep as the snow flowers plowednThis bed is colder than blood or bonennNever knock on my door... whatever possessed you, ahnSomewhere there's an emptiness... hold me tightly, I wouldn't dream of itnnBeware my love... this tongue is a dying flamenMy lies may fall like an acid rainnMaybe the sleet was in silently above the roadsnYou loving angel, you're skin and bonesnnNovember and all the frost bites... deeper than the snow flowers plowednThis bed is colder than blood or bone