From September to November.

I've been lacking our life
And I didn't want to remember.
Cut this bond; reach me the knife.
Fall asleep in my chamber.

I'm not in the mood for you.
(I'm in the mood for you!)

Please come in.
One foot in, you'll never be the same.
One taste of sin to feel my shame.

Oh, love, love, love...
Where has the patience gone?
Where is the silence I long for?

"The closest things are the ones you don't see.
You feel them, dear." That is all I ever knew.
That is all I'll ever need.