On a more aesthetical level
Some might also take issue with the fact that the sky would
Apart from extraordinary sunset
Forever be grey

In the moment when December hit
I knew I wasn't going back
I love the hour between the sunburn craze
Until every home is eaten by the plastic candle sale
I didn't want to be there

December hit me like a spiral stair
In just a flash you're no longer there
I love the way your heart is faster than your mind
And how its voice is so ironically unkind
I didn't want to be there

I'm not insulted by the warning signs
I'm not above it all but even traffic lights
Are screaming
"Go, my child, and leave these palaces behind"
Snow sets featherlight
The way is there to find
No more staying quiet
I miss my day and night

So I refuse to let December lie
To let them drain the colors
(I need a world in color)
I know it's evil of a lesser kind
But so what?
The heart is faster than the mind
It didn't want to see the end yet

I'm not insulted by the warning signs
I'd give it all away rather than standing by
They're saying "Go, my child
Don't let these men repaint the sky"
Snow sets featherlight
Say you're on my side
No more staying quiet
I miss my day and night

Some say
If the only way to go is forward
I'll go last
I know it's over, but I cannot see it
No more staying quiet
I miss my day and night
I miss my day and night
I need my day and night