| Song | November |
| Artist | Silverstein |
| Album | When Broken Is Easily Fixed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Fragile leaves hit the ground. | |
| The cold air drifts into my lungs. | |
| I see your face through the fog. | |
| Reminds me of the dreams you lost. | |
| I can see it in your eyes. | |
| Youe broken down; your hands are tied. | |
| I can feel it in my side. | |
| Over and over and over | |
| Ie tried. | |
| Youe broken down; your hands are tied. | |
| And I know you cannot hide. | |
| Over and over and over | |
| Ie tried. | |
| It broke my heart. | |
| It felt so good to see you. | |
| Ie never been one to put my trust in. | |
| When did I become so weak, or have | |
| I always been? | |
| I can put all this back in place. | |
| This gaping hole in my chest is filled with deceit. | |
| I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears. | |
| I caress flesh with severed nerves. | |
| I go veiled in darkness and disease. | |
| This November swallows me whole. | |
| And this may be the closest thing that youl ever receive to an apology. | |
| I close my eyes and | |
| I can see you dead. |
| Fragile leaves hit the ground. | |
| The cold air drifts into my lungs. | |
| I see your face through the fog. | |
| Reminds me of the dreams you lost. | |
| I can see it in your eyes. | |
| You e broken down your hands are tied. | |
| I can feel it in my side. | |
| Over and over and over | |
| I e tried. | |
| You e broken down your hands are tied. | |
| And I know you cannot hide. | |
| Over and over and over | |
| I e tried. | |
| It broke my heart. | |
| It felt so good to see you. | |
| I e never been one to put my trust in. | |
| When did I become so weak, or have | |
| I always been? | |
| I can put all this back in place. | |
| This gaping hole in my chest is filled with deceit. | |
| I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears. | |
| I caress flesh with severed nerves. | |
| I go veiled in darkness and disease. | |
| This November swallows me whole. | |
| And this may be the closest thing that you l ever receive to an apology. | |
| I close my eyes and | |
| I can see you dead. |
| Fragile leaves hit the ground. | |
| The cold air drifts into my lungs. | |
| I see your face through the fog. | |
| Reminds me of the dreams you lost. | |
| I can see it in your eyes. | |
| You e broken down your hands are tied. | |
| I can feel it in my side. | |
| Over and over and over | |
| I e tried. | |
| You e broken down your hands are tied. | |
| And I know you cannot hide. | |
| Over and over and over | |
| I e tried. | |
| It broke my heart. | |
| It felt so good to see you. | |
| I e never been one to put my trust in. | |
| When did I become so weak, or have | |
| I always been? | |
| I can put all this back in place. | |
| This gaping hole in my chest is filled with deceit. | |
| I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears. | |
| I caress flesh with severed nerves. | |
| I go veiled in darkness and disease. | |
| This November swallows me whole. | |
| And this may be the closest thing that you l ever receive to an apology. | |
| I close my eyes and | |
| I can see you dead. |