Every December sky must lose its faith in leaves   And dream of the spring inside the trees   How heavy the empty heart   How light the heart that's full      Sometimes, I have to trust what I can't know   Sometimes, I have to trust what I can't know      We walk into paradise   The angels lend us shoes   'Cause all that we own   We'll come to lose      And heaven is not so far   Outside this womb of words   With every rose that blooms   My soul is assured      It's just like a song I've known   Yet still unheard      And every leaf of fire lets go   Melting in the arms of earth and snow   And if I could hold you now   You'd enter like a sigh      You'd be the wind that blows   The answer to 'Why?'   You'd be the spring-filled trees   Of every December sky