Текст песни Small December - White Sea

Small December's on the loose
It's wrecking hearts and it's wrecking suits
Try to push your love away
But it'll haunt me 'til my dying day

The city burns in winter's night
I greet the cold but I ache to fight
Try to push my love away
But it'll haunt you 'til your dying day

And it's high time
And it's high time
For the wrecking ball to come

Your voice, it haunts this place
Folding time and tearing space
I lost my mind to find my way
And I will love you 'til my dying day

And it's high time
And it's high time
For the wrecking ball to come

And it's high time
And it's high time
For the wrecking ball to come

And I don't want
To feel you anymore
You're haunting me
I'm sure 'til the day I die

And it's high time
And it's high time
For the wrecking ball to come

And it's high time
And it's high time
For the wrecking ball to come

Small December's on the loose
It's wrecking hearts and it's wrecking suits
We try to push the love away
But it'll haunt us 'til our dying day