[Verse 1]
December's traditions
Suck the last of summer from our cheeks
Draws the curtains, strips the trees
In so-called living rooms
Scottish pastimes come to roost
Love's labors stain a linen sheet

[Verse 2]
The ghostly body
Who makes his bed beside you
Is slowly losing teeth
The boy needs sunlight
And the shock of modesty
He needs to get some sleep

[Chorus]
It's not the answer
Sticking plaster on a shattered bone
What do you need?
What do you need from me?

It's not the answer
Treating cancer like a cold
What do you need
What do you need from me?
[Verse 2]
After months of grieving
Fuck the grief I'm leaving
Will you leave with me?
The blood loss, the towering cost
Mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue
The lick brings warm, metallic taste

I can correct myself, convince you
That there's no one else in volumes of new muse
If you want a saint, you don't want me

[Chorus]
It's not the answer
Sticking plaster on a shattered bone
What do you need?
What do you need from me?

It's not the answer
Treating cancer like a cold
What do you need
What do you need from me?

It's not the answer
I'm just begging to be told
What do you need?
What do you need from me?
If I had the answer
I'd write a book of what I know
What do you need
What do you need from me?

[Outro]
Ooh, oo-ooh, ooh
Ooh, oo-ooh, ooh
Ooh, oo-ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah