Collective Soul - December acustico

Why drink the water from my hand?
Contagious as you think I am
Just tilt my sun towards your domain.
Your cup runneth over again.

Dont scream about
Dont think aloud
Turn your head now baby
Just spit me out
Dont worry about
Dont speak of doubt
Tourn your head now baby
Just spit me out

Why follow me to higher ground?
Lost as you swear I am.
Dont throw away your basic needs,
Ambiance and vanity.

December promice you have unto me
December whispers of treachery
December clouds are now covering me
December songs no longer I sing