You say that you're restless, you say that you know me too well
You've seen all my best and you've heard all the stories I tell
You think you've been taken for granted, you're probably right
Stil I remember a November Night,
When the dawn on your doorway shone white with frost
And the soft love that always began with the touch of your hand
And recall the mornings that tossed your hair in the wind.
Time's made it meaningless, I'm insecure, you can tell
But why am I leaving unless time had only meant well?
There's nothing left now to excite you, no reason to try.
Still I remember a candlelit sky
and the summer surrounding the ground where you and I lay
And though we were always alone with our secrets known,
we both were aware and afraid our closeness might end.
My love's like a dancer, she weaves through the dangers complete
Her well rehearsed answers with rational reasons for feet.
And if it decreases or ceases to always seem right
I'll just remember a November Night
When the dawn on your doorway shone white with frost
And the soft love that always began with the touch of your hand
And recall the mornings that tossed your hair in the wind.