December, December

(albüm: Let's Have Sound - 2007)

Wasn't just any fawn
It was the way the snow reflected
That made the sky pink
The silence of snow
The sound of the rain
The comedy of human error
And I said
"Sunshine or no sunshine
This is my [?]"
Cursed at the clouds
Bringing me down
You can get dark early
You can get light late
Find the biggest icicle
Stand beneath it and wait
You can scare the leaves off
And send the birds down south
And soak my skin, soak my skin
Soak my skin, soak my skin
I won't go south...
I won't go south...
Wasn't just any winter
It was the kind that makes you
Want to slip down the stairs