Expect me, darling, expect me at the end of November
You won't recognize me, because I'm not myself anymore
I might look like myself on the outside
But I look like a war behind all that you can see
I'd give everything to be with you now
And let my hand slip through your hair
And my doctor said, "Hey, time is relative"
How long do you think he gave me
Till the end of November
Send me, darling, send me some words that stick with me
And mark the calendar at the very end of November
I see black smoke at the bottom of my candle
Is that a good sign? I see the time flew by
I'd rather hold my breath for the rest of my life
The wind is blowing the wrong way, here's my last song
Now I'm making a final effort
My skin is on fire and the fever rises
To 45℃ at the end of November
Now I hope my letter reaches you in time
My words are from the heart, my thoughts are free
You have to vouch for what you get out of life
Because no one gets out of life alive
Like my doctor said, "Hey, time is final"
How long do you think he gave me
Till the end of November
Till the end of November