December's coming and light fades And there's a shadow on your face I know you as if you were mine And I feel something's wrong inside The sky gets whitened everyday And children wait for Christmas day The white mud is covering the street And there are little spots on your little feet [Chorus] As I'm walking in the snow As we're growing old alone And we're walking in the cold And we're growing old alone But who cares for the true things? Like those fat clouds in the wind But who really gives a sh** For those little spots on your little feet ?