november

Puppet-jerk awake to the alarm clock wail wearing yesterday's make-up
Wearing late night gin and cigarrette skin around your hangover eyes
Ash in your hair, this may be the darkest day of the weary year but there's a luminous air
Stirring in your lungs beneath the mask of flesh

November, hold up your face for winter's kiss
Remember how you danced away, across the shadow of your grave
With a schoolgirl smile on your grandmother lips?

How a crowd of strangers will mourn as if they always adored you
When you're long past the aching need to gain a fleeting gasp of approval
Past the roses and the champagne, exquisitely intoxicated 
when it rains I hear the song you bled in slow beads from your veins

November, hold up your face for winter's kiss
Remember how you danced away, across the shadow of your grave
With a schoolgirl smile on your grandmother lips?

Tomorrow i'll lay down in your cold arms and rest