David Sylvian - The Last Days of December lyrics
[David Sylvian - The Last Days of December lyrics]
What shall we tell them?
A honeymoon brief as a walk in the park
What shall we tell them when they ask?
And they'll ask
Could you not see another way out?
Was the place without sun?
Was it furnished in black?
With the ache of the gas-oven
There at your path
A death-angel paces in boredom and wait's
It shrieks from dark corners
Undermining your faith
What shall we tell them when they ask?
And they will ask
Could you not see another way out?
Where were the cape and the coast-line?
The wonder-kid's sunshine?
Your sanity shattered in climbing the walls
Wet towels at the floor-lines
Stuffed under the doors
And the beating of powder-black
Wings left you blind
The last days of December
Are the loneliest kind
In the exit you made
There was no pause for thought
Cause the lies that I told
Were the lies that you bought
There was no place to find you
No you to be found
In the margins of books you were reading
There were stages to grieving that
Won't let you down
Where was the coast-line?
The wonder-kid's sunshine?
Under northern skies anonymous and free
Your night-fisherman pushes
A boat out to sea
You'll surely meet shores
Though his faith is unsound
There are stages to grieving that
Won't let you down
A honeymoon brief as a walk in the park
What shall we tell them when they ask?
And they'll ask
Could you not see another way out?
Was the place without sun?
Was it furnished in black?
With the ache of the gas-oven
There at your path
A death-angel paces in boredom and wait's
It shrieks from dark corners
Undermining your faith
What shall we tell them when they ask?
And they will ask
Could you not see another way out?
Where were the cape and the coast-line?
The wonder-kid's sunshine?
Your sanity shattered in climbing the walls
Wet towels at the floor-lines
Stuffed under the doors
And the beating of powder-black
Wings left you blind
The last days of December
Are the loneliest kind
In the exit you made
There was no pause for thought
Cause the lies that I told
Were the lies that you bought
There was no place to find you
No you to be found
In the margins of books you were reading
There were stages to grieving that
Won't let you down
Where was the coast-line?
The wonder-kid's sunshine?
Under northern skies anonymous and free
Your night-fisherman pushes
A boat out to sea
You'll surely meet shores
Though his faith is unsound
There are stages to grieving that
Won't let you down