Thereґs somebody asking me how i feel
I say december
Another one is telling stories i watch the stars
In the fireworks
And i am sinking in the smell of liquid sun
In my glass
And i am still breathing
Just a view in a flame
And i see you dancing
Around the candlewick
Just a view in a flame
And i see you dancing
Thatґs the way you make me sick
Thereґs an out of order painting in my head
I put the volume up
Still the noise of your closed doors