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