December de All About Eve

There's a victorian tin, i keep my memories in,
i found it up in the attic.
after looking inside, i find the things that i'm
the leaves saved from a mistletoe kiss,
only nostalgia has me feeling like
like i miss you,
it must be the time of year.
Remember december,
it's like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream,
remember december,
a fall of snow and the afterglow.
it could be taking our breath away
but the years stand in the way,
remember december,
how does it make you feel inside ?
Beneath a valentine, i see a locket is shining
i think it must be the wine,
makes me feel it's all real.
where nothing seems to rhyme
to breathe life into the dust of a keepsake
i might as well try to fix a chain on a snowflake
or a heartache,
it must be the time of year.

Should i feel this alone, should i pick up the phone
should i call you up and wish you 'happy christmas' ?
i feel so alone, should i pick up the phone
take my heart in my hand
and ask if you