Tekst:
Days In December Deleted Scenes

This will be my best endeavour For the first time, it?s the right time As the tide comes in I?m on the edge of who we were Without getting better Was

So where do we go? Nothing more than a feeling One chance to believe it Place your bets on the final stand We can?t be forgiven We can?t make a sound

Up high above the fading lights We stare and wait for something So sit down across the table and we will talk about the words that we said I am not so