Matt Costa- Cold December

“Cold December”

I’ve been waiting, pacing along the halls ever since you left here
I’ve been cleaning, scrubbing the plates and weeding out the garden dear
I can’t fall asleep to your mystery slowly blowing from the shore
I have not failed to be what you’d expect of me
Swallowing glass just to stay pure

All the birds are heading down south but you’re staying up north you say
I’ve got jackets blankets and sheets, its going to be a cold december

It could be warm you see, a statue next to me
Swimming away from the ice and snow
Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me
Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldn’t see
I couldnt see

If only time could slow down, maybe I could come up
It’s such a cold december
It’s such a cold december
Its so cold

I cant fall asleep to your mystery slowly blowing from the shore
I have not failed to be what you’d expect of me
Swallowing glass just to stay pure

Summers come and summer has gone
Your christmas cards cant comfort me
You’ve found new friends and tied all the ends
It’s freezing in the loneliest winter

It could be warm you see, a statue next to me
Swimming away from the ice and snow
Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me
Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldnt see
I couldnt see

If only time could slow down, then maybe I could come up
It’s such a cold december
It’s such a cold december
It’s so cold

“It could be warm you see, a statue next to me
Swimming away from the ice and snow
Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me
Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldnt see”

Winter seems so much colder when you’re alone. There’s something appealing about the cold, when you can spend it in a warm bed together. If only I hadn’t missed such subtle signs- then I wouldn’t be trying to fall asleep with your mystery. The mystery of what could have been, the mystery of it perhaps being nothing at all. Very romantic notion- associates winter with being without you, must swim away from ice and snow, deep into the ocean to find where it is you’re blowing from.

How miserably cold this winter is.