My December Songtext
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My December Songtext
When I look into your eyes
It keeps me together
When I hear your private lies
I don′t feel any better
Clouds will gather over me
Rain will soak me down
As I remember
My December
Just to the left
Upon what is left
Upon the left side of the dawn
Leaving the traces
Forgotten the faces
Of the last December morn
Nothing but the truth
Is all I wanted
Everything I had
Was always counted
Clouds will gather over me
Lightning strike me down
As I remember
My December
Just to the left
Upon what is left
Upon the left side of the dawn
Leaving the traces
Forgotten the faces
Of the last December morn
From the hand of God
That squeezed me
To the firestorm
That feeds me
In my December
In a world too much
For the likes of a man
Who can't remember
Clouds will gather over me
In misery I drown
In my December
My December
Just to the left
Upon what is left
Upon the left side of the dawn
Leaving the traces
Forgotten the faces
Of the last December morn
From the hand of God
That squeezed me
To the firestorm
That feeds me
In my December
In a world too much
For the likes of a man
Who can′t remember
It keeps me together
When I hear your private lies
I don′t feel any better
Clouds will gather over me
Rain will soak me down
As I remember
My December
Just to the left
Upon what is left
Upon the left side of the dawn
Leaving the traces
Forgotten the faces
Of the last December morn
Nothing but the truth
Is all I wanted
Everything I had
Was always counted
Clouds will gather over me
Lightning strike me down
As I remember
My December
Just to the left
Upon what is left
Upon the left side of the dawn
Leaving the traces
Forgotten the faces
Of the last December morn
From the hand of God
That squeezed me
To the firestorm
That feeds me
In my December
In a world too much
For the likes of a man
Who can't remember
Clouds will gather over me
In misery I drown
In my December
My December
Just to the left
Upon what is left
Upon the left side of the dawn
Leaving the traces
Forgotten the faces
Of the last December morn
From the hand of God
That squeezed me
To the firestorm
That feeds me
In my December
In a world too much
For the likes of a man
Who can′t remember
Writer(s): Robert Ellsworth, Carlo Verni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

