His cold heart and December
His eyes and hair,
As I remember, Burned amber

A story started on September
His heart was warm, Mine is ember
Two years, As far as I remember


He was a perfect pretender,
He stabbed me the next November
A morning fog of cold December


I believed, That's why,
I wasn't a pretender

That's why,
I bleed as far as I remember

That's why,
He's cold as every December

That's why,
I've got a roaring flame in my ember