White Lies: Roll December

Night out, and no moving
Life under streetlight brooding
Low sound, oh how soothing
Summer caught with red-hand looting
All this talk of missing
Could make a man wanna die if he was ever alive

No crown, no new king
Dread in a worn eye proving
Old heart fit new wings
Just never been good at losing
All this feeble wishing
Could make a kid wanna cry if he was ever alive

It's getting harder to remember
How a good time used to feel
When the pit of cracked November
Is always tricking out my feet
This is something monumental
A stain on a linen sheet so I pray
Roll, roll December
But the waves are whipping me

Right thought, but wrong feeling
Cards cut and moonlight dealing
White chalk, hope peeling
Dead earth and a diamond ceiling
All this empty living
Could make a kid wanna cry if he was ever alive

Cut fruit, old papers
Look how a life-line tapers
If she's bored, engage her
A little chore can sometimes save you
All this aimless kicking
Could make a man wanna die if he was ever alive

It's getting harder to remember
How a good time used to feel
When the pit of cracked November
Is always tricking out my feet
This is something monumental
A stain on a linen sheet so I pray
Roll, roll December
But the waves are whipping me

Are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
You paid your way to heaven
Paid your way to heaven
Paid your way to heaven
With a messed-out credit

Said are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
You paid your way to heaven
Paid your way to heaven
Paid your way to heaven
With a messed-out credit

Are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
You paid your way to heaven
Paid your way to heaven
Paid your way to heaven
With a messed-out credit

Said are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
Are you gonna get it?
You paid your way to heaven
Paid your way to heaven
Paid your way to heaven
With a messed-out credit