These days my chest stays cold and bare
Like rustled blankets on a bed we'll never share
I'm painting faces on the wall
The only problem is they all turn out like yours
Inhale, exhale
Fog the windows close the doors
Lay and listen
To the sound of nevermore
These days my chest stays cold and bare
Like rustled blankets on a bed we'll never share
I'll trace your profile to find a trace of what I had
The spitting image of a life trapped in the past
Inhale, exhale
Fog the windows close the doors
Lay and listen
To the sound of nevermore
I'll see you in December
I'll see you when
The winters just begun
Until the snow falls
I'm not cut out for anyone
I'll see you in December
I'll see you when
The winters just begun
Until the snow falls
I'm not cut out for anyone
I'll see you in December
I'll see you when
The winters just begun
Until the snow falls
I'm not cut out for anyone