Goodbye my love... heaven has been wronged Now our young bent arms don't seem quite so strong November and all the frost bites... deep as the snow flowers plowed This bed is colder than blood or bone Never knock on my door... whatever possessed you, ah Somewhere there's an emptiness... hold me tightly, I wouldn't dream of it Beware my love... this tongue is a dying flame My lies may fall like an acid rain Maybe the sleet was in silently above the roads You loving angel, you're skin and bones November and all the frost bites... deeper than the snow flowers plowed This bed is colder than blood or bone