Frightened Rabbit - Decembers 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 may 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?