December - David Gray

All my tears will dry away

All my tears will dry away

All my tears will dry away

Words don’t bother me no more

Black money falling to the floor

Flags out on the balconies

Black money washing to the seas

Oh my mind

What happened to the time?

December

All my house got blown away

All my house got blown away

All my house and all my home

Walls of glass and walls of stone

Got blown away

Stations in the neon light

Your body strange as dynamite

Killers underneath our skins

Black mirrors black hyacinths

Oh my eyes

What happened to the skies?

December

December

December