It could be more than love in a cold night
Always searching for destiny,
Chasing after December.

It could be dark falling asleep
But nothing matches the mystery,
Of dreams and disaster.

Would I know the truth
As a ruse, to excuse
Intensity?

Telling a day to break the light
So sure of being left behind,
The pressure of treasure is
So hard to find.

And so the flow takes the tole
And a mind unfolds,
Within immortal skies.

To each his own,
His curiosity lies.