She's leaving me clues from the tracks of my shoes
If only December
She's leaving a bruise through the skin
Keep it loose,
I'll cut right to the scent Hold on,
oh you're wearing down to the bone
Where'd you get it from?
Only garden trees could know
Who am I?
Who are you?
If only December
What I live through
Give me peace,
make me new
I'll cut right to the center Hold on,
oh you're wearing down
to the bone
Where'd you get it from?
Only garden
trees could know