Bring me
To the bloodbank
And I'll try and separate me from you
Lie to me
About something
It's been passed on
Through the inches
Until your fur coat
Is in my arms again
Until your fur coat
Is in my arms again
I've never remembered
A colder November
A mere slip of the forked tongue
Gets me where I've always been
Oh
Bring me
To the riverbank
And I'll try to push you away from me
Lie to me
About one thing
That's been passed on
Through the?
Until I grow old
And it goes dark again
Until I grow old
And it goes dark again
I've never remembered
A colder November
A mere slip of the forked tongue
Gets me where I've always been
I've never remembered
A colder November
A mere slip of the forked tongue
Gets me where I've always been
Gets me where I've always been
Oh