Text: Maria Mena. White Turns Blue. Take You With Me.

November came down hard this year
And I saw you standing clear of the rain
Falling free but I was ready to finally come clean

Observe me in my circus show
On a thin line as I take the rope
And lose my grip
But you pull me back

With your hand in my hand
And our feet all in line
Im ready take you with me
To take you with me

November came down hard this year
And I saw you standing clear of the rain
Falling free but I was ready to finally come clean

Your hand in my hand
And our feet all in line
Im ready take you with me
To take you with me

Your hand in my hand
And our feet all in line
Im ready take you with me
To take you with me