Oh, December wildfire
While the flames fly higher
She holds a pen for hire
Oh, December to the core
While the streets they roar
He holds a metaphor
In this holy war
Here at the edge of night
Lit by fire light
Who will come and
Who will go
With the clouds of ash
Spread like snow
The heat will come
And then the worst will go
With every watchful crow
Oh, December wildfire
While the flames fly higher
She holds a pen for hire
In this holy war
Here at the edge of night
Lit by fire light
Oh, December to the core
While the streets they roar
He holds a metaphor
When it comes
When it pours
You won't wonder
What the rain is for
Crawling home
Heart on the floor
You can drop that burden
At the door
Oh, December wildfire
While the flames fly higher
She holds a pen for hire
Oh, December to the core
While the streets they roar
He holds a metaphor
In this holy war
Here at the edge of night
Lit by fire light
Ian Bowers - December Wildfire Lyrics
Ian Bowers - December Wildfire Lyrics
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Oh, December wildfire
While the flames fly higher
She holds a pen for hire
Oh, December to the core
While the streets they roar
He holds a metaphor
In this holy war
Here at the edge of night
Lit by fire light
Who will come and
Who will go
With the clouds of ash
Spread like snow
The heat will come
And then the worst will go
With every watchful crow
Oh, December wildfire
While the flames fly higher
She holds a pen for hire
In this holy war
Here at the edge of night
Lit by fire light
Oh, December to the core
While the streets they roar
He holds a metaphor
When it comes
When it pours
You won't wonder
What the rain is for
Crawling home
Heart on the floor
You can drop that burden
At the door
Oh, December wildfire
While the flames fly higher
She holds a pen for hire
Oh, December to the core
While the streets they roar
He holds a metaphor
In this holy war
Here at the edge of night
Lit by fire light
While the flames fly higher
She holds a pen for hire
Oh, December to the core
While the streets they roar
He holds a metaphor
In this holy war
Here at the edge of night
Lit by fire light
Who will come and
Who will go
With the clouds of ash
Spread like snow
The heat will come
And then the worst will go
With every watchful crow
Oh, December wildfire
While the flames fly higher
She holds a pen for hire
In this holy war
Here at the edge of night
Lit by fire light
Oh, December to the core
While the streets they roar
He holds a metaphor
When it comes
When it pours
You won't wonder
What the rain is for
Crawling home
Heart on the floor
You can drop that burden
At the door
Oh, December wildfire
While the flames fly higher
She holds a pen for hire
Oh, December to the core
While the streets they roar
He holds a metaphor
In this holy war
Here at the edge of night
Lit by fire light
Writer: Ian Bowers
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