There is still no cure for December December is an emptiness, a time that's only spare, A month that is no month, words that do not speak, December is darkness, death, dread, despair. December burns my tears against my cheek. December is a stillness that can't be stung awake. December winds blow against my skin. They freeze my heart and make it break. Every year I bleed where December's been. Each December night an awful endless dream. But implacable December doesn't care, won't go faster, however much I scream. Blank December doesn't even know I'm there.
There is still no cure for December
There is still no cure for December
There is still no cure for December
There is still no cure for December December is an emptiness, a time that's only spare, A month that is no month, words that do not speak, December is darkness, death, dread, despair. December burns my tears against my cheek. December is a stillness that can't be stung awake. December winds blow against my skin. They freeze my heart and make it break. Every year I bleed where December's been. Each December night an awful endless dream. But implacable December doesn't care, won't go faster, however much I scream. Blank December doesn't even know I'm there.