It was a long and dark December, from the rooftops I remember, there was snow, white snow.
Clearly I remember, from the windows they were watching, while it froze, down below.
When the features like detection, by a carnival of idiot sunshows, you better lie low.
If you love it, won't you let me know?
It was a long and dark December, when the banks became deceitful, and the far, the true God.
Priests cut swords and bibles, hollowed out to fit their rifles, and the claws were held alive.
Bearing me an armor, when I'm dead and hit the ground, my nerves are closed, and unsealed.
If you love it, won't you let me know?
If you love it, won't you let me know?
Clearly I remember, from the windows they were watching, while it froze, down below.
When the features like detection, by a carnival of idiot sunshows, you better lie low.
If you love it, won't you let me know?
It was a long and dark December, when the banks became deceitful, and the far, the true God.
Priests cut swords and bibles, hollowed out to fit their rifles, and the claws were held alive.
Bearing me an armor, when I'm dead and hit the ground, my nerves are closed, and unsealed.
If you love it, won't you let me know?
If you love it, won't you let me know?
If you love it, won't you let me know?
If you love it, won't you let me know?
I took my love down to Violet Hill, there we sat in snow.
All that time she was silent still, so if you love me, won't you let me know?
If you love me, won't you let me know?
