The past we seek Some certainly The seasons we remember The light of May, and darkest days The month we call, November To leave behind The wasted time And every bad decision
And harder still Some force of will To feel we are forgiven But something stays So who am I to say There's nothing more between us
And I don't know the reasons Nothing clear Ive come to no conclusions Said and done Is it all said and done? So here we are Not very far From when we said Forever
And all we have This restless past The month we call November