Žodžiai dainai: Beth Nielsen Chapman. Every December Sky.

Every December sky must lose its faith in leaves
And dream of the spring inside the trees
How heavy the empty heart
How light the heart that's full

Sometimes, I have to trust what I can't know
Sometimes, I have to trust what I can't know

We walk into paradise
The angels lend us shoes
'Cause all that we own
We'll come to lose

And heaven is not so far
Outside this womb of words
With every rose that blooms
My soul is assured

It's just like a song I've known
Yet still unheard

And every leaf of fire lets go
Melting in the arms of earth and snow
And if I could hold you now
You'd enter like a sigh

You'd be the wind that blows
The answer to 'Why?'
You'd be the spring-filled trees
Of every December sky