Nightingale / December Song
So let me hammer this point home, I see us all as lonely fires that have burned alive as long as we remember
But like all fireworks and all sunsets, we all burn in different ways, you are a fast explosion, and I am the embers
And though your flames are quick and mean, they will not last the year, but expire like a sudden falling star
That only nightingales had seen, before migrating to southern jungles and in this way you will come find me in December
He said he'd like to move to Nashville to master the guitar, where he would live a single day the way I live a single year
He covered his body in mud, went hunting for the sun, then went swimming in a lake of holy water
Oh you are too hot for me. I am too slow for you, you are a fast explosion and I am the embers
You need the one who slowly burns, and burns to stay alive and in this way you will come find me in December, oh, oh, oh
So let me hammer this point home, I see us all as lonely fires that have burned alive as long as we remember
But like all sacrificial virgins, we all burn in different ways, you are a fast explosion, and I am the embers
And though your flames are quick and mean, they will not last the year, but expire like a sudden shooting star
That only nightingales had seen, before transforming into bluebirds and in this way you will come find me in December
But like all fireworks and all sunsets, we all burn in different ways, you are a fast explosion, and I am the embers
And though your flames are quick and mean, they will not last the year, but expire like a sudden falling star
That only nightingales had seen, before migrating to southern jungles and in this way you will come find me in December
He said he'd like to move to Nashville to master the guitar, where he would live a single day the way I live a single year
He covered his body in mud, went hunting for the sun, then went swimming in a lake of holy water
Oh you are too hot for me. I am too slow for you, you are a fast explosion and I am the embers
You need the one who slowly burns, and burns to stay alive and in this way you will come find me in December, oh, oh, oh
So let me hammer this point home, I see us all as lonely fires that have burned alive as long as we remember
But like all sacrificial virgins, we all burn in different ways, you are a fast explosion, and I am the embers
And though your flames are quick and mean, they will not last the year, but expire like a sudden shooting star
That only nightingales had seen, before transforming into bluebirds and in this way you will come find me in December
Credits
Writer(s): Camilla Ingr, Michael Doerksen, Jordan Cramer, Mark Nico, Spencer Krug
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