The Lilac - The Early November

Left here for the road and came on back

You say, «Come with me baby, we’ll be alright»

Follow through a field with old lilac

You say, «Lay with me, baby, I’ll be your bed and back»

The needle in my hand is coming down

Drilling through my chest, but it’s oil they found

Washing over me, then drying out

Hoping for a heart, but it’s coal that they found

Holding out your hand, I seem to fall

You say, «Come with me baby, I’ll take you home»

Heavy through my breath, you’re holding on

You say, «Don't worry, baby, I won’t let go»

The needle in my hand is coming down

Drilling through my chest, but it’s oil they found

Washing over me, then drying out

Hoping for a heart, but it’s coal that they found

Oh, oh-ho-ho

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, ho

Oh, oh-ho

You dropped me for a cold and bitter hand

If I just had you, baby, I’d be alright