Tristan Prettyman - November

Beneath the fog is a city I know too well and it melts like ice and it burns like hell and the freeways always stopped at 6 o'clock so we're leaving without you whether you like it or not And the wind blows the leaves off the trees another sign of spring bringing winter to its knees and they say, the grass is greener on the other side well I want to know all about the darkness that lights your eyes cause its.... Its breaking me down, its breaking me down, its breaking me down, down, down, down, down.... And the change...is so constant over me...take me and show me..who I need to be.... The asphalt a little bit darker and it helps you to remember when the rain fell, in sweet November and be careful who you fall in love with, cuz someone somewhere wont approve and the prettiest girls always seem to keep their eyes on you Cause they're breaking you down, breaking me down, breaking me down, down, down, down, down So come on break me... I dare you.. .break me I swear... breakin me down, down.. so come on break me I dare you.. break me I swear... come on break me down, down, down... http://www.tristanprettyman.com