December

Why drink the water from my hand?
contagious as you think i am
just tilt my sun towards your domain
your cup runneth over again
1-don't scream about, don't think aloud
turn your head now, baby, just spit me out
don't worry about, don't speak of doubt
turn your head now, baby, just spit me out
Why follow me to higher ground?
lost as you swear i am
don't throw away your basic needs
ambiance and vanity
(rpt 1)
2-december promise you gave unto me
december whispers of treachery
december clouds are now covering me
december songs no longer i sing
(rpt 1, 2...)