Текст песни December - Braids

Lost my heart to the winter
Takes some time of getting used to
There's a road I visit often
Where it forks off from view

Cross my fingers hope to die
Ask myself aloud reprise
Is there life after goodbye

What are we living for
What am I living for
Pick yourself up off the floor
Take a walk and then once more
Visit your good friend next door
Talk about your screaming thoughts

Feels like the dawn is at noon
Walking whenever I do

Help
Feels like death's song is moving in