Whitechapel

Watch the thread of light, trace the day
in all these shape I play, and as they rise andf ade
there’s a cherry full of night… mmm
marigold and mandarin,
with a burstin sunset slips between all my busted dreams of sky linen.
And I won’t fear
For every morning I have left
for every day that I’ll draw breath
and while I still have love to give, Girl
would you let me be
as cold December blows inside of me.
Well I’ve been running like a child and all this time I have been careless and
fancy free
a city boy with senses numb, and now my Christmas comes all at once.
and this is where I’ll start…, now I know I love my heart.
A Whitechapel it marks the day as sure as my pen marks the page.
And I won’t fear
For every morning I have left
for every day that I’ll draw breath
and while I still have love to give, Girl
would you let me be
as cold December blows inside of me.
cause all this time I’ve been
and all this time I’ve been a cold December blows inside of me
cause all this time I’ve been
and all this time I’ve been a cold December blows inside of me
For every morning I have left
for every day that I’ll draw breath
and while I still have love to give, Girl
would you let me be
as cold December blows inside of me.