Yesterday I thought I found
Seven weeks dug underground
Jumping to my savior
Cuts on face from razor
Bite the apple that you loathe
Using silver to paint my home
Ladders up
The feeling has been lost on me
Digging trenches
Playing hide and seek
Take this shovel off my back
No more cutting slack
Find yourself a grave to sleep
Because you'll never leave
December, my old friend
Leave us be with unhinged ends
Ladders up
The feeling has been lost on me
Digging trenches
Playing hide and seek
The Stepmothers - Silver Church Painters Lyrics
The Stepmothers - Silver Church Painters Lyrics
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Yesterday I thought I found
Seven weeks dug underground
Jumping to my savior
Cuts on face from razor
Bite the apple that you loathe
Using silver to paint my home
Ladders up
The feeling has been lost on me
Digging trenches
Playing hide and seek
Take this shovel off my back
No more cutting slack
Find yourself a grave to sleep
Because you'll never leave
December, my old friend
Leave us be with unhinged ends
Ladders up
The feeling has been lost on me
Digging trenches
Playing hide and seek
Seven weeks dug underground
Jumping to my savior
Cuts on face from razor
Bite the apple that you loathe
Using silver to paint my home
Ladders up
The feeling has been lost on me
Digging trenches
Playing hide and seek
Take this shovel off my back
No more cutting slack
Find yourself a grave to sleep
Because you'll never leave
December, my old friend
Leave us be with unhinged ends
Ladders up
The feeling has been lost on me
Digging trenches
Playing hide and seek
Writer: James Holk, Jesse Hermann, Nick Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Stepmothers
Language: English
Length: 4:16
Written by: James Holk, Jesse Hermann, Nick Smith