December Won't Be Magic Again
December comes
On a silent wave
Blowing cold through
The ghosts of our times
December comes
With its final breath singing
The dying days they won't be magic again
I watched a child draw
On a car window
The shapes of faces
In the steam of his breath
I saw an old man
Cross the main road
Traffic flow stalled
To an afternoon death
I watched a women push
Against in the weather
Carrying dreams as
If they're weight of the world
The bitter wind blows
Her head is held low
She wraps hope around her
Can't wait to be one with this world
December comes
On a silent wave
Blowing cold through
The ghosts of our times
December comes
With its final breath singing
The dying days they won't be magic again
December comes
On a silent wave
Blowing cold through
The ghosts of our times
December comes
With its final breath singing
The dying days they won't be magic again
I watched the world go
From my window
From my isolation
Things seems to slow to crawl
Watching life flow
The young and the old
The lost and the innocent
Because tomorrow has always known
And I saw you laughing
At the driving snow
Watching skies glow
A flickering light through it all
Your joy was unbound
There were no cares found
Just the here and now
As all around you world seems to fall
December comes
On a silent wave
Blowing cold through
The ghosts of our times
December comes
With its final breath singing
The dying days they won't be magic again
December won't be magic anymore
On a silent wave
Blowing cold through
The ghosts of our times
December comes
With its final breath singing
The dying days they won't be magic again
I watched a child draw
On a car window
The shapes of faces
In the steam of his breath
I saw an old man
Cross the main road
Traffic flow stalled
To an afternoon death
I watched a women push
Against in the weather
Carrying dreams as
If they're weight of the world
The bitter wind blows
Her head is held low
She wraps hope around her
Can't wait to be one with this world
December comes
On a silent wave
Blowing cold through
The ghosts of our times
December comes
With its final breath singing
The dying days they won't be magic again
December comes
On a silent wave
Blowing cold through
The ghosts of our times
December comes
With its final breath singing
The dying days they won't be magic again
I watched the world go
From my window
From my isolation
Things seems to slow to crawl
Watching life flow
The young and the old
The lost and the innocent
Because tomorrow has always known
And I saw you laughing
At the driving snow
Watching skies glow
A flickering light through it all
Your joy was unbound
There were no cares found
Just the here and now
As all around you world seems to fall
December comes
On a silent wave
Blowing cold through
The ghosts of our times
December comes
With its final breath singing
The dying days they won't be magic again
December won't be magic anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Martin Thomas
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