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
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