zakk wylde
tears of december
Fields of gold And all that shines You knew just where to look Yet you did not wish to find Drawn and quartered by the fate of one's own hand Don't need to search for peace When you don't wish to understand  Empty skies leave nothing to hold Like the tears of December Leave you broken and so cold  Within this house of mourning You'll find no doors Upon the floors of the forsaken You choose to walk once more No regrets, you turn and ignore Choose what you see Play the blind man once more  Empty skies leave nothing to hold Like the tears of December Leave you broken and so cold  As you trip inside this home and start to drift So far, so far away As tomorrow walks with the hopes you can't recall As the tears of December, they begin to fall  Empty skies leave nothing to hold Like the tears of December Leave you broken and so cold