Small December - White Sea
Small December's on the loose
It's wrecking hearts
And it's wrecking suits
Try to push your love away
But it'll haunt me
'Til my dying day
The city burns
In winter's night
I greet the cold
But I ache to fight
Try to push my love away
But it'll haunt you
'Til your dying day
And it's high time
And it's high time
For the wrecking ball to come
Your voice
It haunts this place
Folding time
And tearing space
I lost my mind to find my way
And I will love you
'Til my dying day
And it's high time
And it's high time
For the wrecking ball to come
And it's high time
And it's high time
For the wrecking ball to come
And I don't want
To feel you anymore
You're haunting me
I'm sure 'til the day I die
And it's high time
And it's high time
For the wrecking ball to come
And it's high time
And it's high time
For the wrecking ball to come
Small December's on the loose
It's wrecking hearts
And it's wrecking suits
We try to push the love away
But it'll haunt us
'Til our dying day
