Small December Lyrics - In Cold Blood - 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