Frightened Rabbit - December’s Traditions (Live At Barrowlands) Lyrics
December's traditions suck the last of summer from our cheeksDraws the curtains, strips the treesIn so-called living rooms, Scottish pastimes come to roostLove's labor's stain a linen sheetThe ghostly body who makes his bed beside youIs slowly losing teethThe boy needs sunlight and the shock of modestyHe needs to get some sleepIt's not the answer; sticking plaster on a shattered boneWhat do you need, what do you need from meIt's not the answer; treatin' cancer like a coldWhat do you need, what do you need from me?After months of grieving, ***** the grief I'm leavingWill you leave with me?The blood loss, the towering costMouth to mouth, tongue to tongueThe lick brings warm metallic tasteI can't correct myself, convince youThat there's no one else in volumes of new museIf you want a safe, you don't want meIt's not the answer; sticking plaster on a shattered boneWhat do you need, what do you need from me?It's not the answer; treatin' cancer like a coldWhat do you need, what do you need from me?It's not the answer, I'm just begging to be toldWhat do you need, what do you need from meIf I had the answer, write a book of what I knowWhat do you need, what do you need from me?