Lyrics
The matching walk of a day through November
The consistent stroll during a day in November
And what you last said is what was never remembered
Something previously spoken was forgotten or not recalled
When your lover left for a day or
When your romantic partner departed temporarily
Almost a minute
Perhaps indicating a brief duration, close to one minute
Waiting while shaking
Remaining in anticipation while trembling
And it's hot this hate
Feeling intense dislike or anger
And hotter in the shade
Expressing that the dislike or anger is more pronounced in a covered or protected area
Of a new flown day
Under the shelter of a freshly emerged day
Where you deny it
Refusing to acknowledge something
And I hide it
Concealing or keeping something hidden
This trundle of time
This continuous and monotonous passage of time
It's mine oh it's mine
Ownership or possession is claimed emphatically
Gray days all the way past what
Days filled with gloominess extending beyond what's expected
Remains and really what doesn't stay
What remains and what doesn't endure or remain permanently
The spoons tap against cup side
The sound of utensils hitting the side of a cup
In time to our lies
Timing the sound of the spoons to accompany falsehoods or untruths
In time to our lies
Continuation of falsehoods or untruths over time
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