Lyrics

Mary Ann, it's awesome how connected the two parts of your voice box
Become when ones collides with the other,
And Alice, it's eerie how unclearly your open wounds are healing
Because I wouldn't have ever expected

Them to remember

Florian, I meant to condescend you but not to sever ends; you
Decide if we're meant to renew,
And Maxwell I see through -- best believe, too; sorry if I seem too
Deprived of all my worldly pleasures to

Echo December's tragic drive; I eye

I decide who's wrong and who's right, alright?

I want to be there when you die (But why? But why? Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I want to be there when you die (But why? But why? Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I want to be there when you die; I can't deny
I want to be there when you die...

Try to remember December's tragic drive