Frightened Rabbit December's Traditions Lyrics

December's traditions
Suck the last of summer from our cheeks
Draw the curtains, strip the trees
In so-called living rooms
Scottish pastimes come to roost
Love's labour stains a linen sheet

The ghostly body
Who makes his bed beside you
Is slowly losing teeth
The boy needs sunlight
And a shot of modesty
He needs to get some sleep

It's not the answer
A sticking plaster on a shattered bone
What do you need?
What do you need from me?

It's not the answer
Keep treating cancer like a cold
What do you need?
What do you need from me?

After months of grieving
f*ck the grief, I'm leaving
Will you leave with me?
The bloodloss, the towering cost Of mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue
One lick brings warm metallic taste

I can't correct myself
Convince you that there's no-one else
In volumes of new leaves
If you want a saint you don't want me

It's not the answer
A sticking plaster on a shattered bone
What do you need?
What do you need from me?

It's not the answer
Keep treating cancer like a cold
What do you need?
What do you need from me?

It's not the answer
I'm just begging to be told
What you need?
What you need from me?

If I had the answer
I'd write a book on what I know
What do you need?
What do you need from me?