There amongst the little shops on the promenade frontage
December's the look in your eyes
This couldn't mean that much to you not to know why
Upon st john the seagulls swing 
The statues stare they're whispering
December's the look in your eyes
This couldn't mean that much to you not to know why
Memories fading out of range 
Faces and places that your chasing
Hallucinations entertain
Spreading your wings 
Its an autumn palace now
Mrs jones your time is round
We've come to take you over
December's the look in your eyes
This shouldn't mean that much to you not to know why
Zeroes multiply
Memories fading out of range 
Faces and places that your chasing
Upon st john the seagulls swing 
Stature stares
The wind is whispering
Don't you worry about the stairs love
Take this lift to keep you up there
There amongst the little shops on the promenade frontage
December's the look in your eyes
This couldn't mean that much to you not to know why
Zeroes multiply
This couldn't mean that much to you