December

She's leaving me clues
From the tracks of my shoes, oh
If only December
She's leaving a bruise
Through the skin, keep it loose, oh
Cut right to the center

Hold on
Oh, you're wearing me down to the bone (Ooh, ooh)
Where from?
Only God and the trees could know (Ooh, ooh)

Seasonal blue
Who am I? Who are you?
If only December
What I live through
Give me peace, make me new, oh
Cut right to the center

Hold on
Oh, you're wearing me down to the bone (Ooh, ooh)
Where from?
Only God and the trees could know (Ooh, ooh)