La La Song
Knowing you makes all the difference,
Don't it darling?
Knowing all your if's and why's,
Your when's and how's.
December comes in as a short procession.
A little punctured, a little heartbroken,
But not forever and not for long.
In New York, the vagabonds have fled
To your dusty wings.
The play bill tramps are
Starving for a little warmth.
It seems I've help my arms like this for ages,
But I am done waiting, I am lowering them down
Like a white flag, like a sail.
It's clementine season, my peach, my little.
You are gone, but now I like all my parts.
It's funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow
It's funny, I like me best with a broken heart.
So, when winter started to thaw,
You may be tempted to come around
And it's likely to be too late.
La la la
Writer/s: Casey Dienel
