A long December

Was a long and dark December, from the rooftops I remember there was snow, white snow. Clearly I remember, from the windows they were watching, while we froze down below. When the future's architectured by a carnival of idiots on show, you'd better lie low. If you love me, won't you let me know? Was a long and dark December, when the banks became cathedrals, and a fox became God. Priests clutched onto bibles, hollowed out to fit their rifles, and a cross held aloft. Bury me in armour when I'm dead and hit the ground. My nerves are poles that unfroze. If you love me, won't you let me know? I don't want to be a soldier who the captain of some sinking ship would stow, far below. So if you love me, why d'you let me go?

I took my love down to violet hill. There we sat in snow. All that time she was silent still. Said if you love me, won't you let me know?

If you love me, won't you let me know?

♫ Hear It Now! ♫