Текст песни Cold November - Paper Mache Kisses

The
Thought of a cold November eases through my mind. The words that I thought you'd remember
The words that we once write
The

Fabric and seams come together and fall apart in time. The strength that we seek's right
Above us, blinded by the hype
And you find that you cannot remember, reaching back in time. The words you speak so empty
The truth and all the lies. So alive

And I find that I cannot remember, wasting all my time. All my time
All my time
All my time