Texty:
The The December Sunlight

you would say When I fuck up that it's okay That it's just a scrape All this blood's gonna wash away Sunlight on your face On these too cold December

November spells sweet memory The season blue remains November spells sweet memory The season blue remains Your yellow hair is like the sunlight, however sweet it shines Bit by the cold of December

I remember, it was December, the darkest winter, my body shivered The coldest snow, cold northwind blew, the greatest storm hit like the thorns The place

change November spells sweet memory, the season blue remains November spells sweet memory, the season blue remains Your yellow hair is like the sunlight, however sweet it shines Bit by the cold of December

something occured Now you're up there somewhere in Scotland and I'm left in midair guess I'm waiting for your return eternally but comes the end of December

alright He's coming back For the true and good [Kastro] Our life is like a gunfight, hard to love life No hope and no light, dark in the sunlight Dodge

now Reborn by the fire AND WHEN THE ASHES ARE FALLING ON A DECEMBER MORNING Let the sunlight rise again WHEN THE PHOENIX IS GOING TO RISE AND THE SUNLIGHT

i can't breath my love and following the path behind you but somehow i'm lost again it this the bitter end for us you could have been sunlight to my reflected moon i wonder december

over open fires Cause it's warm enough, it's warm enough tonight I wouldn't change a thing for my sunlight I wanna burn, burn, burn, this December...