Last summer ended when you let it fall Took off and never called until the snow came down again I've let it go but every now and then you're creeping back again remind you that I'm over it
December cold fits you well my dear Here's to another year of lingering regret
Line my roof with landmines we all need something to believe in but give me something real like happiness
Line my roof with landmines we all need something to believe in but give me something real like happiness
The days get shorter as I walk along and wonder what went wrong to pull you out the door again I can't forget the image of that life it cuts me like a knife but I'm numb to it, so
if saint nick is real can he bring me a gift like the tin man so i can feel again or is this only wishful thinking?
December cold fits you well my dear Here's to another year of lingering regret
Line my roof with landmines we all need something to believe in but give me something real like happiness
Line my roof with landmines we all need something to believe in but give me something real like happiness
I've be waiting for your footprints in the snow on this cold Ohio night I said I'd stay away but at night I pray that you'll find your way to me