"Magic Sticks In December"

"Magic Sticks In December"

It's sad to know your summer's gone

Worse to know your fall is coming

Call your friends we'll talk about it

Call your friends let's talk about it...

We said we'd write it down because half of the time we tend to forget

All the little things we plan and plant so deep inside of our heads

Take my word that feeling's gone

All hands on deck our weapons are drawn

We sing the night to sleep this time, the last time

Just like the last time

Go, you'll never have to ask it slowly

Won't, hold long enough for you to believe

That was fast lets slow it down to hear the winds that wake this town

Or stone rabbits that come to life when 2am tends to strike twice

The jockey waits at your front door with water like a hidden sore

Strike the bell it's time to go if you're reading this

We said we're sorry

I would never tell if you never ask me,

You could never ask if you don't know

PS- We'll be back for more