Lletres: Days In December. Countless Hours Making Waves. Bright Lights.

Spill my words out like water on the floor
I've waited here and I'm too far gone

Second listen! (I'm waiting)
Dying season!

Too late, hold tight
We?re moving
Overjoyed I see again
Too late, hold tight
We?re moving now
Red lights
I follow home tonight

And I never cried
To feel like it was something
That it was better than all those days (all those days)
And I never cried
To feel like it was something
That it was better than all those days (all those days)

I'll make you laugh twice as loud
As I search to speak the words, I've never said before
I?ll make you laugh twice as loud
As I search to speak the words, that I've never said before
I?ll make you laugh twice as loud

Twice as loud!
Twice as loud!
Twice as loud!
Twice as loud!

And I never cried (and I?ll admit I don't understand)
To feel like it was something
That it was better than all those days (all those days)
And I never cried (and I?ll admit I don't understand)
To feel like it was something
That it was better than all those days