So this is love in the end of December.
Quiet nights quiet stars.
And I’m here Monday to Sunday.
Cause you’re fragile and I’m weak.

So you fall with the nights’ grow longer.
Into sleep you won’t wake up.
And I am here I’m sitting beside you.
And I’ll wait until the Spring.

Don’t you worry.
I’ll be there for you.
Don’t worry about me.
You know me better than that.
Don’t you worry.
I will be there for you.
I’ll catch you if you would fall.

So you drift when the days grow colder.
Away from me, and won’t look back.
Far away and I can’t guite.
But I am here until the Spring.

Don’t you worry.
I’ll be there for you.
Don’t worry about me.
You know me better than that.

Don’t you worry.
I will be there for you.
I’ll catch you if you would fall .