The first time, I knew. That I had you. The last time I caught you. Oh, had I taught you?. . I know what you are. I know what you are. . I watch. (I see you everywhere).
All I know is what I feel. And what I feel is all too real. It's pecking hard, it's cracked the egg. It's come to life. . Oh, God I hate December. December, December.