It's done. The job, it's done.

There would be angels, there would be devils... I would be in between...

But I could be the Devil if you asked me, too.

Norah Jones - December

This breaks into my soul, so hard, so deep...

December, come to me

I hope I can see

You're not just in dreams

I will let you be

Why can't you believe

How much you really mean?

December, won't you come

Back with snow, even sun?

Don't say that it's done

I will carry you home

Take you from the loneliest place

You have known

I will carry you home

Take me from the loneliest place

I have known

Naive Amélie

I would totally live in a world where music like this was randomly playing on the streets.