Love in December – Song and Lyrics by Ace of Base

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Love in December’ by Ace of Base. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ace of Base or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You’re my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and will meet again
Never leave me out here in the cold I say
For my never ending dream

Love in December
I will always remember
A summer with passion
A fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic

We had a million of days
I know that our 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 say
For my never ending dream

Love in December
I will always remember
A summer with passion
A fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime

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 dear
In the fairytales of love

Love in December
I will always remember
A summer with passion
Fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime

For a moment a touch you feel
Like a vision of an angel
As our love, undecided disappears forever
Always longing to have you NEAR
Fell the power and the passion
Feel me slipping from your hands
Please break my fall

Love in December
I will always remember
A summer with passion
A fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime