Love In December

We had a million of days I know that out time has run out You're my everlasting groove Forget the past for the time to come In all our thoughts and we will meet again Never leave me out here in the cold I sing for my never ending dream Love in December I will always remember Our summer with passion a fatal attraction Colors are fading like the leaves in November What's left of the magic We had a million of days I know that out time has run out You're my everlasting groove Forget the past for the time to come In all our thoughts and we will meet again Never leave me out here in the cold I sing for my never ending dream Love in December I will always remember Our summer with passion a fatal attraction Colors are fading like the leaves in November What's left of the magic we felt in the spring time 'Cause there's a place in the world I know where I rather would be In the fairy tales of love Where everything has a happy end A world my friend in Fantasia land We will be together all the time my friend In the fairy tales of love Love in December I will always remember Our summer with passion a fatal attraction Colors are fading like the leaves in November What's left of the magic we felt in the spring time For a moment a touch could feel Like a vision of an angel Has our love and desire dissappeared forever Always longing to have you near Feel the power and the passion Feel me slipping from your hands Please break my fall Love in December I will always remember Our summer with passion a fatal attraction Colors are fading like the leaves in November What's left of the magic we felt in the spring time Love in December I will always remember Our summer with passion a fatal attraction Colors are fading like the leaves in November What's left of the magic we felt in the spring time Love in December I will always remember Our summer with passion a fatal attraction Colors are fading like the leaves in November What's left of the magic we felt in the spring time Love in December I will always remember Our summer with passion a fatal attraction Colors are fading like the leaves in November What's left of the magic we felt in the spring time