(In the) Darkened shroud of morning   Simplified in face and stature   Blessing in the storming   Sweetness of a subtle feature   Alone and safe inside   Without worry, with out knowing who's   Been cast aside   Twisted down, escape to rest      I will writhe in my December      These crafted understandings   Smother citadel defending   They'll miss a motive is cast together   (The) comfort, effort in the end   Alone and safe inside   Without worry   Who's been kept alive   Without knowing      I will writhe in my December      Learned, learned I love the air here   And I learned, learned I love the roar in my ears   I satiate this urge of mine; I substitute the urge to hide   Alone, alone and safe inside       I will writhe in my December