Credits
Lyrics: Geir Gåsodden
Music: Tore Hansen
Melody: TV-Noise
December
I follow the snowflakes with my eyes
they melt when they touch the ground
makes me aware of how short life is
makes me miss something I never had
it must be December
the loneliest time of the year
surrounded by celebration
high on my own desperation
I see the crowd but I don’t follow
I hear the bell calling them
I’m heading in a different direction
I’m like Santa Claus in July
it must be December
the loneliest time of the year
surrounded by celebration
high on my own desperation
black and grey my favourite colours
looking for something to move me
still not lonely enough to miss you
still not drunk enough to cry
it must be December
the loneliest time of the year
surrounded by celebration
high on my own desperation
