The Last Days of December
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โฑ๏ธ 6:16 duration
๐ ID: 10440236
๐ Lyrics
What shall we tell them?
A honeymoon brief as a walk in the park
What shall we tell them when they ask?
And they'll ask
Could you not see another way out?
Was the place without sun?
Was it furnished in black?
With the ache of the gas-oven
there at your path
A death-angel paces in boredom and waits
It shrieks from dark corners undermining your faith
What shall we tell them when they ask?
And they will ask
Could you not see another way out?
Where were the cape and the coast-line?
The wonder-kid's sunshine?
Your sanity shattered
in climbing the walls
Wet towels at the floor-lines
stuffed under the doors
And the beating of powder-black wings left you blind
The last days of December are the loneliest kind
In the exit you made
there was no pause for thought
Cause the lies that I told
were the lies that you bought
There was no place to find you,
no you to be found
In the margins of books you were reading
there were stages to grieving that won't let you down
Where was the coast-line?
The wonder-kid's sunshine?
Under northern skies
anonymous and free
your night-fisherman pushes
a boat out to sea
You'll surely meet shores
though his faith is unsound
There are stages to grieving that won't let you down
A honeymoon brief as a walk in the park
What shall we tell them when they ask?
And they'll ask
Could you not see another way out?
Was the place without sun?
Was it furnished in black?
With the ache of the gas-oven
there at your path
A death-angel paces in boredom and waits
It shrieks from dark corners undermining your faith
What shall we tell them when they ask?
And they will ask
Could you not see another way out?
Where were the cape and the coast-line?
The wonder-kid's sunshine?
Your sanity shattered
in climbing the walls
Wet towels at the floor-lines
stuffed under the doors
And the beating of powder-black wings left you blind
The last days of December are the loneliest kind
In the exit you made
there was no pause for thought
Cause the lies that I told
were the lies that you bought
There was no place to find you,
no you to be found
In the margins of books you were reading
there were stages to grieving that won't let you down
Where was the coast-line?
The wonder-kid's sunshine?
Under northern skies
anonymous and free
your night-fisherman pushes
a boat out to sea
You'll surely meet shores
though his faith is unsound
There are stages to grieving that won't let you down
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.77] What shall we tell them?
[00:50.29] A honeymoon brief as a walk in the park
[00:59.50] What shall we tell them when they ask?
[01:07.11] And they'll ask
[01:11.02] Could you not see another way out?
[01:20.12] Was the place without sun?
[01:34.90] Was it furnished in black?
[01:38.39] With the ache of the gas-oven
[01:51.56] there at your path
[01:54.26] A death-angel paces in boredom and waits
[02:05.84] It shrieks from dark corners undermining your faith
[02:17.81] What shall we tell them when they ask?
[02:33.07] And they will ask
[02:38.61] Could you not see another way out?
[02:47.62] Where were the cape and the coast-line?
[02:56.94] The wonder-kid's sunshine?
[03:00.44] Your sanity shattered
[03:10.81] in climbing the walls
[03:16.95] Wet towels at the floor-lines
[03:26.08] stuffed under the doors
[03:30.13] And the beating of powder-black wings left you blind
[03:42.76] The last days of December are the loneliest kind
[03:54.35] In the exit you made
[04:06.39] there was no pause for thought
[04:11.22] Cause the lies that I told
[04:21.96] were the lies that you bought
[04:22.27] There was no place to find you,
[04:38.35] no you to be found
[04:42.76] In the margins of books you were reading
[04:49.70] there were stages to grieving that won't let you down
[05:01.28] Where was the coast-line?
[05:08.63] The wonder-kid's sunshine?
[05:12.30] Under northern skies
[05:18.17] anonymous and free
[05:23.45] your night-fisherman pushes
[05:31.42] a boat out to sea
[05:37.10] You'll surely meet shores
[05:45.05] though his faith is unsound
[05:49.71] There are stages to grieving that won't let you down
[06:02.57]
[00:50.29] A honeymoon brief as a walk in the park
[00:59.50] What shall we tell them when they ask?
[01:07.11] And they'll ask
[01:11.02] Could you not see another way out?
[01:20.12] Was the place without sun?
[01:34.90] Was it furnished in black?
[01:38.39] With the ache of the gas-oven
[01:51.56] there at your path
[01:54.26] A death-angel paces in boredom and waits
[02:05.84] It shrieks from dark corners undermining your faith
[02:17.81] What shall we tell them when they ask?
[02:33.07] And they will ask
[02:38.61] Could you not see another way out?
[02:47.62] Where were the cape and the coast-line?
[02:56.94] The wonder-kid's sunshine?
[03:00.44] Your sanity shattered
[03:10.81] in climbing the walls
[03:16.95] Wet towels at the floor-lines
[03:26.08] stuffed under the doors
[03:30.13] And the beating of powder-black wings left you blind
[03:42.76] The last days of December are the loneliest kind
[03:54.35] In the exit you made
[04:06.39] there was no pause for thought
[04:11.22] Cause the lies that I told
[04:21.96] were the lies that you bought
[04:22.27] There was no place to find you,
[04:38.35] no you to be found
[04:42.76] In the margins of books you were reading
[04:49.70] there were stages to grieving that won't let you down
[05:01.28] Where was the coast-line?
[05:08.63] The wonder-kid's sunshine?
[05:12.30] Under northern skies
[05:18.17] anonymous and free
[05:23.45] your night-fisherman pushes
[05:31.42] a boat out to sea
[05:37.10] You'll surely meet shores
[05:45.05] though his faith is unsound
[05:49.71] There are stages to grieving that won't let you down
[06:02.57]