December

Tired Pony, The Good Book

you were saved by the good book,
i was saved by the half full glass,
so come on take a good look,
cause this party will be our last.
(...)
when you called i was screaming,
it confused me to hear your voice,
it was like i was dreaming,
and ten years became a noise,
that i could barely remember,
just enough to open the wounds,
and in the darkest december,
i can howl at the early moon.