Frightened Rabbit - December's Traditions
December's traditions suck the last of summer from our cheeks
Draws the curtains strips the trees

In so called living rooms Scottish pastimes come to roost
Love's labor stains a linen sheet

The ghostly body who makes his bed beside you

Is slowly losing teeth

The boy needs sunlight and a shot of modesty

He needs to get some sleep

It's not the answer a sticking plaster on a shattered bone
What do you need what do you need from me
It's not the answer keep treating cancer like a cold
What do you need what do you need from me

After months of grieving f**k the grief I'm leaving

Will you leave with me

The blood loss the towering cost
Of mouth to mouth tongue to tongue
One lick brings warm metallic taste

I may correct myself convince you
That there's no one else in volumes of new leaves
If you want a saint you don't want me

It's not the answer a sticking plaster on a shattered bone
What do you need what do you need from me
It's not the answer keep treating cancer like a cold

What do you need what do you need from me
It's not the answer I'm just begging to be told
What do you need what do you need from me
If I had the answer I'd write a book on what I know
What do you need what do you need from me