The Last Days Of December Songtext / Lyric

What shall we tell them?

A honeymoon brief as a walk in the park

What shall we tell them when they ask?

And they'll ask



Could you not see another way out?



Was the place without sun?

Was it furnished in black?

With the ache of the gas-oven

there at your path



A death-angel paces in boredom and waits

It shrieks from dark corners undermining your faith



What shall we tell them when they ask?

And they will ask



Could you not see another way out?



Where were the cape and the coast-line?

The wonder-kid's sunshine?






Your sanity shattered

in climbing the walls

Wet towels at the floor-lines

stuffed under the doors



And the beating of powder-black wings left you blind

The last days of December are the loneliest kind



In the exit you made

there was no pause for thought

Cause the lies that I told

were the lies that you bought



There was no place to find you,

no you to be found



In the margins of books you were reading

there were stages to grieving that won't let you down



Where was the coast-line?

The wonder-kid's sunshine?



Under northern skies

anonymous and free

your night-fisherman pushes

a boat out to sea



You'll surely meet shores

though his faith is unsound



There are stages to grieving that won't let you down