Christopher Cross - November lyrics

Moth on the windowpane Could be alive or dead You across the room lost in your head All that's left is the storm outside Water beating stone And we hang in a web of stillness all our own Two hearts Bundled to the cold Closed eyes Watching love grow old Dear friend Can it really be November Season of goodbye Under an angry topaz sky Neap tide and a waning moon gone mad Like a song I heard as a little boy That I did not understand But somehow I knew it was sad Two hearts Bundled to the cold Closed eyes Watching love grow old Oh, dear friend Can it really be November Time wills Oh, and time k**s Bare trees won't remember, ooh Two hearts In the failing light No blame Doing what seems right But the rain won't stop Can it really be