Last December - Intellectual

Last December, I was thinking of, November

[Verse 1: Management Theory Pre-Chorus]

Tryna think of every line, coming on through my mind, I got distracted

House proud and house burned, every mantle rocked and turned in you and me

We sang a good song, we sang a good song

We played it too long, we played it too long

And we're tearing at the wreckage

Like wrapping paper on a gift

And the longer that we pull it

We get pushed into the bliss

In a plain speaking language, we are planted to the floor

In a country full of promise, we are wanting more and more

Let us live, let us live

We're untroubled by the voices, we are left well on our own

When the mortar of our conscience, condescends through every

In a blue sky hairs were standing, we are shaded from the past

In a far reach to the future breeze, Last December in our hearts

House proud and house burned, every mantle rocked and turned in you and me