October

October
By The Crane Wives

Come my dear and be a part of my home
Missing stitch and flowers on a headstone
And I will crawl like a sinner to be at your feet
Should God or the devil ever ask for me.

Oh my love

Take my word but keep the upper hand
I know you-- you're the daughter of a lonely man
Let my hope grow cold and atrophy
'Cause there is no more room in your heart for me

Oh my love

Come my dear and drink while the water's still cold
I am naught but a scar upon your breastbone
So kiss me quick, steal every secret I keep
You can have anything you want from me.

Oh my love