MAGIC STICKS IN DECEMBER
Its sad to know your summers gone
Worse to know your fall is coming
Call your friends well talk about it
Call your friends lets talk about it...
We said wed write it down because half of the time we tend to forget
All the little things we plan and plant so deep inside of our heads
Take my word that feelings gone
All hands on deck our weapons are drawn
We sing the night to sleep this time, the last time
Just like the last time
Go, youll never have to ask it slowly
Wont, hold long enough for you to believe
That was fast lets slow it down to hear the winds that wake this town
Or stone rabbits that come to life when 2am tends to strike twice
The jockey waits at your front door with water like a hidden sore
Strike the bell its time to go if youre reading this
We said were sorry
I would never tell if you never ask me,
You could never ask if you dont know
PS- Well be back for more