blue december in the city
pretty girls in winter clothes
all the streets, so busy
Christmas lights
like confetti in the sky
spinning round and round
but I know
I'll find a new december
in the city
as the world goes by in rhyme
all my words have flown some other place
on a satellite in space
spinning round and round in my mind
I'll work it out in time
it's easy
but don't think you're above
the ins and outs of love
well, nothing's really true
and lately
I've struggled to contend
with nights that come in soft and blue
and find me in a dream of you
and later
when we're older
many more years down the line
will we gaze in wonder at the love we squandered
never mind
we'll work it out in time
