Cold Leather Chair

On a cold November 10. In my dreams I will wake you. Like a dove in the air. I will fall to the floor for you. And I won't live for long. But I can guarantee this death for you. Though you're weak and maybe gone. I will travel through this grave for you. On a cold winter's Night. In your nightmares I'll break you. Though the road may be tight. I will wait in the dark for you. On a cold November 10. In my dreams I will wake You. Like a dove in the air. I will fall to the floor for you. And I won't live for long. But can guarantee this death for You. Though you're weak and maybe gone. I will travel Through this Grave For