December Songtext
von Acres of Lions

You are, a voice inside my head
Thoughtful words both articulate and bright
You were, beautifully designed
Cold and quiet winter scenery

This December
I′m collecting dust
I will decorate your frozen window sill
This December
I'm turning to rust
A statuette in animate and still

We are, mannequins at heart
Every feeling painted on our face
We were, made with careful hands
A restless mind, some perfectionist′s free will


This December
I'm showing affection
I'm kissing you not stopping anything
This December
I′m celebrating you
Something I thought I would never do

No

You make this
(You make this)
Yarder than it has to be
You make this
You make this so
So very interesting
You make this
(You make this)
Yarder than it has to be
You make this
You make this so
So very interesting

We break our bones, we will draw our blood
We break our bones, we will draw our blood
We break our bones, we will draw our blood
We break our bones, we will draw our blood


Break our bones, we will draw our blood
Break our bones, we will draw our blood
Break our bones, we will draw our blood
Break our bones, we will draw our blood