Cloud Rat - November Lyrics

Crush the apple with your teeth, measuring time.
I circle the devil's forehead,
Spinning a thread above your head.
Standing tall, interpret the cards:
Remember the family driving the car,
Stumble and lose track, three cats to call.
Nobody can find you,
The winter's finally here to console.
I don't need your hand. I need your heart.
I'm lost without you.
She brushes the beach and turns, foam rolling,
Envying death.
I withdraw, without a burden or ache.