[Verse 1]
The insects of summer
Sing a song of sleeping
In the darkness of evening
Is slowly growing deeper
And I like the way that you look
In the cold bitter air of autumn
And though I wish you'd forget me
I'll think of you often
[Chorus]
In December
I'll leave black stains in the wood
In December
Where my cast-iron bed once stood
And the radio's playing a song
And it fills up the cold empty air
But the chords are all coming out wrong
And the music's too lonely to bear
Thank God you won't be there
[Verse 2]
When I woke up this morning
Therе was a chill in the wind
And the clouds rolled in likе a warning
I tried to keep it from getting under my skin
And there's a sign in your yard
And it says that you're going away
I try not to take it too hard for now
But I know there'll be hell to pay
The insects of summer
Sing a song of sleeping
In the darkness of evening
Is slowly growing deeper
And I like the way that you look
In the cold bitter air of autumn
And though I wish you'd forget me
I'll think of you often
[Chorus]
In December
I'll leave black stains in the wood
In December
Where my cast-iron bed once stood
And the radio's playing a song
And it fills up the cold empty air
But the chords are all coming out wrong
And the music's too lonely to bear
Thank God you won't be there
[Verse 2]
When I woke up this morning
Therе was a chill in the wind
And the clouds rolled in likе a warning
I tried to keep it from getting under my skin
And there's a sign in your yard
And it says that you're going away
I try not to take it too hard for now
But I know there'll be hell to pay
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