In December drinking horchata
I'd look psychotic in a balaclava
Winter's cold, is too much to handle
Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandalsIn December drinking horchata
Look down your glasses at that Aranciata
With lips and teeth to ask how my day went
Boots and fists to pound on the pavementHere comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk onYou'd remember drinking horchata
You'd still enjoy it with your foot on Masada
Winter's cold, is too much to handle
Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandalsHere comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
Oh, you had it but, oh no, you lost it
Looking back, you shouldn't have fought itIn December drinking horchata
I'd look psychotic in a balaclava
But winter's cold is too much to handle
Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandalsYears go by and hearts start to harden
Those palms and firs that grew in your garden
Are falling down and nearing the rose beds
The roots are shooting up through the tool shedThose lips and teeth that asked how my day went
Are shouting up through cracks in the pavementHere comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
Oh, you had it but, oh no, you lost it
You understood so you shouldn't have fought itHere comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
Songwriters
Christopher Tomson;Rostam Batmanglij;Ezra Koenig;Christopher BaioPublished by
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