Knowing you makes all the difference,
Don't it darling?
Knowing all your if's and why's,
Your when's and how's.

December comes in as a short procession.
A little punctured, a little heartbroken,
But not forever and not for long.

In New York, the vagabonds have fled
To your dusty wings.
The play bill tramps are
Starving for a little warmth.

It seems I've help my arms like this for ages,
But I am done waiting, I am lowering them down
Like a white flag, like a sail.

It's clementine season, my peach, my little.
You are gone, but now I like all my parts.

It's funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow
It's funny, I like me best with a broken heart.

So, when winter started to thaw,
You may be tempted to come around
And it's likely to be too late.

La la la

Writer : Dienel, Casey Susan
Copyright : Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.