London Session Orchestra

The past we seek
Some certainly
The seasons we remember
The light of May, and darkest days
The month we call, November
To leave behind
The wasted time
And every bad decision

And harder still
Some force of will
To feel we are forgiven
But something stays
So who am I to say
There's nothing more between us

And I don't know the reasons
Nothing clear
Ive come to no conclusions
Said and done
Is it all said and done?
So here we are
Not very far
From when we said
Forever

And all we have
This restless past
The month we call
November

Faded longing
Tired of wanting
Can't explain the fear that's haunting you
Should I go on?
I may be wrong
So wrong

Hear me calling from Eagle Mountain
One of millions of suns
Perfect nature
Deepest wisdom
Lies within everyone
Everyone
And everywhere the brilliant horizon

Some say sacred
Some profane
There are no distinctions
Then again, yes,
I may be wrong
But it feels right
So right

Hear me calling from Eagle Mountain
One of millions of suns
Perfect nature
Deepest wisdom
Lies within everyone
Everyone
And everywhere the brilliant horizon

Cause everywhere lies within everyone

I know it's not fashionable
To be this hopeful, well laugh away
I didn't think it was possible
To be grateful, anyway
I know it's not sensible
To be this passionate, everyday

Days go by
I catch myself smile
More than you'd ever expect
It's been a long while
Since it's been o.k.
To feel this way

In the volumes of history
Have you ever seen anything, so pure
In the wildest mythology
Were the gods and goddesses, ever so in love
In your own experience
Have you ever known tenderness, like this

Days go by
I catch myself smile
More than you쨈d ever expect
It's been a long while
Since it's been o.k.
To feel this way
These are the most precious
Of all my days