November

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At first I couldn't break the ice on that cold November evening
The sun died out below the hills but I couldn't shake the feeling
The company all gathered round well I just fell apart
Housing doubt under the skin my mind wanders through the dark
I drank to the point of filling the void
The smoke from the room fucked up my head
As she emerged so innocent

I was too far under but I seemed to fumble steps in the right direction towards bumping heads
Somehow I found a crevice to let in the words I said
But all my beginnings are followed shortly by the end

We left the smoke and scaled the trees took time from November grieving
Traded it for cold and soil, contemplated meanings
Of course it was little like how I feel right now
I was left in the field when a torch light sought you out

I was too far under but I seemed to fumble steps in the right direction towards bumping heads
Somehow I found a crevice to let in the words I said
But all my beginnings are followed shortly by the end

Is it too good to be ruined
Maybe I just wasn't worth the rest

I was too far under but I seemed to fumble steps in the right direction towards bumping heads
Somehow I found a crevice to let in the words I said
But all my beginnings are followed shortly by the end

The wheels ate up the concrete and the backseat spun my head
Already losing grasp of any words that were said
I closed my eyes and when I woke it was as if we did forget
That night on rifle range has past, gone and it was dead

Is it too good to be ruined
Maybe I just wasn't worth the rest

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from Bearclaw Camp, released June 24, 2016
Written and performed by Bearclaw Camp
Recorded and Mixed by Paul Bakker
Mastered by Beau McKee

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