St. December Songtext
von The Sky Corvair

In St. December
It was easy to predict a year
Get a garden if the house is there
I thought I′d never care but
I can't help see that
He′s whined himself drunk and
The eye moves incorrectly though
He is unconsciously preoccupied
Goodbye halo hello


Chicago slick sweet baby runs on oil
Get a garden if I first grow soil
I thought I'd never know
Blue face and blank easel
Vase fragile and balancing back and forth
Swing tip top crash
Deep in broken glass alone
Mom will be home and now you've done it
Goodbye halo

If I said something
Would you say nothing
If I said nothing
Would you say something
Now that I′ve said something
You′ve acted nothing