lie rooted to the starched stones and roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping shores Archaic pearls of sleep and death the voice of December
root that feed the peaking trees Embrace the sleeping stones Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December, losing its breath And the flower
rooted to the starched stones and roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping shores Archaic pearls of sleep and death the voice of December
Übersetzung: In Flames. December Flower.
roots that feed the peaking trees Embrace the sleeping stones [Chorus:] Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath As the flower
left home before seven a.m. And she looked by the window She managed to cry but she never feel blame For the death of her husband who died in a flame
make this thing work out eventually Yo, I ain?t one to complain but there?s things in the game (What?s your name?) Consequence, I?m tight, burnt like flames
home before seven a.m. And she looked by the window, she managed to cry But you never felt blame for the death of her husband Who died in a flame by
day when the fire returned but it never came what she said to me: love's like the seasons, remember love's promised spring and summer will melt away with December
be two hearts that flower as one It can be fine and free But that kind Is not so very easy to find Love can be a dying ember Love can be a flame Love
His courage flickered to a spark then glowed with sudden flame He knocked he heard a welcome word she came his goddess came Oh she was fair as any flower
Right now, in the heat of my head a flower blooms that was already dead decembers long gone but these fields are forever frozen ......and everything she
I only hope you'll understand Holding on is like the ways of the wind Finding, you've no place to stand Send my deepest sympathy to the flowers of December
better Fly down from overseas sign down, and get to chumping for cheddar 26 letters than Ro, if you ain't know now you know From Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame
