Grace Petrie - December

When the summer of your love turned to December
And it’s getting harder to get out of bed
These days, I find it hurts to remember
All the pictures that you painted in my head

When all these hopes and fantasies
That leave me crying on my knees
It’s for all my romantic dreams
That painted perfect scenes
When angels in the sky were just
Turning on the stars for us
And raining down with fairy dust
It’s still nothing but dreams

I can’t be with nobody else until I’m over you
I can’t get over you till I’m with someone else
Both in the darkness where I lay
And through the day I pray and pray
But I’m still wondering when heaven will send help
I’m still wondering when heaven will send help

When the summer of your love turned to December
And it’s getting harder to lift up my head
These days, I find that it hurts to just remember
All the millions of perfect words you said

And all these hopes and fantasies
That leave me crying on my knees
It’s for all my romantic dreams
That painted perfect scenes
And every word you said to me
Is burned for all eternity
Deep inside my memory
To come back to me in dreams

I can’t be with nobody else until I’m over you
I can’t get over you till I’m with someone else
Both in the darkness where I lay
And through the day I pray and pray
But I’m still wondering when heaven will send help
I’m still wondering when heaven will send help
But I’m still wondering when heaven will send help
God only knows I just can’t do this by myself