Wailing voices so bland round the lamppost
Hundred songs they are waiting in line
Feel the words,
oh,
fall like a plague
I will de-zember this While the evening is dressed in a white
dream We all put it along on a fire
In a world
withdrawing its breath I will de-zember this
Oh, and now,
when it's cold
We can hold on to love
Whatever
happens to us Whatever happens to us
There's a memory we can cling on to
Every time we're in need of some warmth
And a
light that shines on our soul We will de-zember this
If you go,
go away
I will never forget this day
Whatever
happens Whatever happens
Whatever happens to us
Whatever
happens to us
Baby,
de-zember me Baby, de-zember me
Will you de-zember
Will you de-zember me?
Will you de-zember me?