The first of December I remember the most
(The night, the void, and our breath like-ghosts)
The cold embrace of a winter sky
(With mitt-en covered, hands held tight)
If only you knew--- all the secrets that-I- kept- from-you
But I've been lying to myself for so long
I'm not even sure what the truth is anymore
Oh Mag-no-li-a-
Where have all the good times gone?
Oh Mag-no-li-a-
Faded mem-or-ies still-haunt
The fractured remnants of a once collected mind
Now of all the details that you used to be here
(Become increas-ing-ly unclear)
The face gets more, and more dis-tor-ted
(The lines have all been re-recorded)
If only you knew all the secrets that I kept for you
But I've been lying to myself for so long
I'm not even sure what the truth is anymore
Oh Mag-no-li-a
Where have all the good times gone?
Oh Mag-no-li-a
Faded mem-or-ies still-haunt
The fractured remnants of frag-ile virgin mind.