December - Blackchords

Leaving through the front door

Dressed up for your eyes

And I hope that you’ll see me

Walking down the back streets

And all that’s on my mind

Is seeing you some how

Faces in the hallway

All look like strangers

And the crowd starts to form

Silence is stronger than words

I remember

Talking with you

And the dice began to roll

So I kept my fingers crossed

December fading quickly

In last hours of this night

I kept no thoughts from fading

Silence is stronger than words