Late December, storm
I remember ghosts
Let me know, when go to heaven
I’ll let go when god lets me forget her
Heaven my heart hold it’s time I let it

Late December, storm
I remember ghosts
Let me know, when go to heaven
I’ll let go when god lets me forget her
Heaven my heart hold it’s time I let it
But I’m not old but I’m not young
I’m not a mother, a father
And I got a lot of years to forget
Oh but I’m not old but I’m not young
I’m not a mother
And I got a lot of years to forget.