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Windows fog with every breath i send
Lights wreath the empty avenue again
Footsteps echo – yours and mine, imagined
Cold wraps my coat, memory’s old fashion
Passing by the storefronts dressed for old times
Familiar tune in the air, you’re not here
Still i carve a wish in distant december
Every bell rings out, you’re just a little further
Hands in my pockets, hoping for your answer
I hear you in the quiet, hear, drifting like snow
Tinsel on the railing, blush on my face
Under red and green, longing finds its place
Midnight is certain, waiting at the station
Hearts want warmth through every separation
Faded photographs behind frosted glass
Lost in the season, always looking back
Still i carve a wish in distant december
Every bell rings out, you’re just a little further
Hands in my pockets, hoping for your answer
I hear you in the quiet, drift, drifting like snow
Soft laughter borrowed from the radio waves
I retrace corners, hoping you stayed
Shadows stretch longer, old tracks running deep
I listen for you, wide awake as i sleep
Still i carve a wish in distant december
Every bell rings out, you’re just a little further
Hands in my pockets, hoping for your answer
I hear you in the quiet, drift, drifting like snow
(Sing softly)
Distant december
