You were once my philosopher You and me side by side Like vines that grow together You were once my favorite preacher You told your stories well
I used to do my utmost to suspend belief Until the day it hit me like a kick in the teeth In the sensitivity stakes you're less than a non-starter
Twisting, turning Twisting, and turning 'round This thing is burning And all I want is another match Twisting and turning This thing is burning down
Come a little closer and I will stay with you Let me turn your collar up, up to face the moon Come a little closer, may I fight with you I can try to
feel And what I feel is all too real It's pecking hard It's cracked the egg It's come to life Oh God I hate December All I know is what I dream But lately
