October -

Come, my dear, and be a part of my home

Missing stitch and flowers on a headstone

But I will crawl like a sinner to be at your feet

Should God or the devil ever ask for me

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Take my word, but keep the upper hand

I know you, you’re the daughter of a lonely man

So let my hope grow cold and atrophy

'Cause there is no more room in your heart for me

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Come, my dear, and drink while the water’s still cold

I am naught but a scar upon your breastbone

So kiss me quick, steal every secret I keep, I keep

You can have anything that you want from me

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love