Cold December
Lyrics
I've been waiting, pacing along the halls Ever since you left here I've been cleaning, scrubbing the plates And weeding out the garden, dearfull lyrics...
I've been waiting, pacing along the halls Ever since you left here I've been cleaning, scrubbing the plates And weeding out the garden, dearfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
basic rock song structuresfolk influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
a clear focus on recording studio production
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
a distinctive male lead vocal
electric rhythm guitars
acoustic rhythm guitars
prominent percussion
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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It's going to be a cold December Swallowing glass just to stay pure It's such a cold December, it's so cold Slowly blowing from the shore If only time could slow down I have not failed to be what you'd expect of me It could be warm you see, a statue next to me Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldn't see It's such a cold December, it's so cold Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldn't see Your Christmas cards can't comfort me Swimming away from the ice and snow Then maybe I could come up It could be warm you see, a statue next to me Ever since you left here Slowly blowing from the shore Summers come and summer has gone You've found new friends and tied all the ends It's such a cold December And weeding out the garden, dear Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me If only time could slow down I couldn't see I can't fall asleep to your mystery I've got jackets blankets and sheets Songwriter: Matt Costa It's freezing in the loneliest winter Swimming away from the ice and snow It's such a cold December All the birds are heading down south Publisher: THIRSTA Then maybe I could come up I've been cleaning, scrubbing the plates I've been waiting, pacing along the halls I have not failed to be what you'd expect of me But you're staying up north, you say Swallowing glass just to stay pure I couldn't see Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me I can't fall asleep to your mystery


