December

You've got a pocket full of silver and gold
Fix your eyes on the twisted track
There seems a lot of fallen angels
Sing for your soul
You can speak little
Speak aloud
Until you find the words you want
You can speak little
Speak aloud
Until you find the words you want
You hear a rustle
In the trees
Take your hopes
Take your dreams
I found a system
In my head
From the wasted
To the waste
You can speak little
Speak aloud
Until you find the words you want
You can speak little
Speak aloud
Until you find the words you want
Has it all been worth your time?
Has it kept you up at night?
Hope you've got it all worked out
The final stage of growing up



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Mcconnachie
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