The sky turned from ochre to lavender,
darkness and cold met that day,
shreds blew in wind all along the way,
lay me down and I'll crawl back to him, because I can't help but fall for the november rains,
the carriage is waiting and the island is subject to strong tides today,
I know it's difficult to hold the burning candle, but I want you to see how darkness looks in the light.