Do you ever look at the sky in the night time as you stroll around?
At this hour this place is a ghost town but you don't turn around
All the memories still lie in their place as your eyes adjust now
To the left there's the house where we saw the hanging coat
In December Air
And our minds how they change as we blaze our mistakes away
We see our whispers as shouts as we gaze in this cloud and enjoy this stage
Outside it is cold but we manage to roll away
It may be dark but we see our breaths as we breathe
December Air
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Dimaggio88 1 month ago
such a JAM
VULTUREnation 1 month ago