Walking through these painfully familiar streets
With sleeping taxi drivers on the side
Pa**ing windows flashed by TV screens
And the shadows of pa**ers by
On these cold and changing days
With the sugary taste of an apple juice
All I want is making love to you
And watch together a Mighty boosh
And I'm calling you to say
It's ok
It's only November
With you I'm not afraid of d**h
With you I'm not afraid to change