Song Length |
3:05 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Lyrics
January hits you like a ball and chain
Like cigarettes in the pouring rain
Singing hail mary's for all the Februarys that I got left
I'm Marching after hours in the desert sand
April's just a flower in the devil's hand
May I drive you through the city so big and so bright
Watch June through the window wrapped in neon lights
I'm haunted by a sadness in this heart of mine
July is electric like a bottle of wine
August keeps crying and she don't know why
She's dreaming of September in a wedding gown
October's never over it just hangs around
All these embers burn in November skies
Watch them die like soldiers in lullabies
December is a heaven that the angels hide
December is a heaven that the angels hide