Her December - Van Hunt

Her December is a mood swing;

An afternoon frost meant just for me…

Her December is a change of pace;

An extraordinary leap from sunray to snowflake…

Her December… her December…

Her December means I’ll be alone in the morning…

Her December is a look so cold

It leaves me defenseless, shoots my story full of holes…

Her December is a long night

With one eye open, thinking of a better life…

Her December… her December…

Her December means I’ll be alone in the morning, yeah…

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa…

Hey, hey… oh…

Her December is the last clue

That she will never ever give me (another…) not another June…

Her December… her December…

Her December means I’ll be alone in the morning…

It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…

It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…

It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…

It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…

It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…

It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…