Lyrics

December Evening in June written by Daniel Lee

This evening a chill came
And tickled its way through my delicate veins
'Cause he stumbled in through the back way,
Sheared and retired from all that he was

Well did they ask you to fall away?
Or did they want you to crawl?
And what's a man supposed to do
On a December evening in June

I asked him to tell me
And bathed him with words from a grained Persian tongue
And he gave the purples and blues
Of a New Orleans hobo but real

And happiness is only knowing what you're given?

He drank his Tom Collins
And laughed once or twice for the first time this week
A thread from his dark texture canvas
Was all that I needed to mirror my way