December's Traditions (Live At Barrowlands) (Live) - Frightened Rabbit
This is a new song

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's stain a linen sheet

The ghostly body who makes his bed beside you

Is slowly losing teeth

The boy needs sunlight and the shock of modesty

Needs to get some sleep

It's not the answer sticking plaster on a shattered bone
What do you need do you need from me

It's not the answer treating cancer like a cold
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

Mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue
The lick brings warm metallic taste

I can't correct myself convince you
That there's no one else in volumes of new muse
If you want a safe
You don't want me

It's not the answer
Sticking plaster on a shattered bone
What do you need do you need from me
It's not the answer treating cancer like a cold
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 do you need from me
If I had the answer write a book of what I know
What do you need what do you need from me