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.