December

There's a Victorian tin, I keep my memories in,

I found it up in the attic.

After looking inside, I find the things that I'm hiding...

The leaves saved from a mistletoe kiss,

Only nostalgia has me feeling like this...

Like I miss you,

It must be the time of year.

Remember December,

It's like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream,

Remember December,

A fall of snow and the afterglow.

It could be taking our breath away

But the years stand in the way,

Remember December,

How does it make you feel inside ?

Beneath a Valentine, I see a locket is shining

I think it must be the wine,

Makes me feel it's all real.

Where nothing seems to rhyme

To breathe life into the dust of a keepsake

I might as well try to fix a chain on a snowflake

Or a heartache,

It must be the time of year.

Remember...

Should I feel this alone, should I pick up the phone

Should I call you up and wish you 'Happy Christmas' ?

I feel so alone, should I pick up the phone

Take my heart in my hand

And ask if you remember...