December - Unwound

I guess I had my chance, I’m told it was my obligation

At dusk I held the ground and prayed for morning to come quickly

That night I held your hand, together we had bits and pieces

On that December night, you cried and cried and cried, but

We held our lives by the whims that govern conversations

We held our lives by the whims that govern conversations

Wait!

Hold on!

I’m not finished… Fine!

Never again!

Will he ruin mine

December night, I’m told I had my obligations

December night, I tried and tried and tried, but

We held our lives by the whims that govern conversations

We held our lives by the whims that govern conversations

Wait!

Hold on!

I’m not finished… Fine!

Never again!

Will he ruin mine

(When we were on we were on

When we were off we were way off)