December کے بول

Lost my heart to the winter Takes some time of getting used to There's a road I visit often Where it forks off from view Cross my fingers hope to die Ask myself aloud reprise Is there life after goodbye What are we living for What am I living for Pick yourself up off the floor Take a walk and then once more Visit your good friend next door Talk about your screaming thoughts Feels like the dawn is at noon Walking whenever I do Help Feels like death's song is moving in