作词 : Robert Joseph Ellsworth/Carlo Verni 作曲 : Robert Joseph Ellsworth/Carlo Verni When I look into your eyes, it keeps me together When I hear your private lies, I don't feel any better Clouds will gather over me, rain will soak me down As I remember, my DecemberJust to the left, upon what is left Upon the left side of the dawn Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces Of the last December morn Nothing but the truth is all I wantedEverything I had was always counted Clouds will gather over me, lightening strike me down As I remember, my DecemberJust to the left, upon what is left Upon the left side of the dawn Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces Of the last December morn From the hand of God that squeeze me To the firestorm that feeds me, in my DecemberIn a world too much for the likes of a man Who can't remember Clouds will gather over me, in misery I drownIn my December, my DecemberJust to the left, upon what is left Upon the left side of the dawn Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces Of the last December morn From the hand of God that squeeze me To the firestorm that feeds me, in my DecemberIn a world too much for the likes of a man Who can't remember
作词 : Robert Joseph Ellsworth/Carlo Verni 作曲 : Robert Joseph Ellsworth/Carlo Verni When I look into your eyes, it keeps me together When I hear your private lies, I don't feel any better Clouds will gather over me, rain will soak me down As I remember, my DecemberJust to the left, upon what is left Upon the left side of the dawn Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces Of the last December morn Nothing but the truth is all I wantedEverything I had was always counted Clouds will gather over me, lightening strike me down As I remember, my DecemberJust to the left, upon what is left Upon the left side of the dawn Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces Of the last December morn From the hand of God that squeeze me To the firestorm that feeds me, in my DecemberIn a world too much for the likes of a man Who can't remember Clouds will gather over me, in misery I drownIn my December, my DecemberJust to the left, upon what is left Upon the left side of the dawn Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces Of the last December morn From the hand of God that squeeze me To the firestorm that feeds me, in my DecemberIn a world too much for the likes of a man Who can't remember
