The Last Days of December
David Sylvian Lyrics


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What shall we tell them?
A honeymoon brief as a walk in the park
What shall we tell them when they ask?
And they'll ask

Could you not see another way out?

Was the place without sun?
Was it furnished in black?
With the ache of the gas-oven
There at your path

A death-angel paces in boredom and waits
It shrieks from dark corners undermining your faith

What shall we tell them when they ask?
And they will ask

Could you not see another way out?

Where were the cape and the coast-line?
The wonder-kid's sunshine?

Your sanity shattered
In climbing the walls
Wet towels at the floor-lines
Stuffed under the doors

And the beating of powder-black wings left you blind
The last days of December are the loneliest kind

In the exit you made
There was no pause for thought
'Cause the lies that I told
Were the lies that you bought

There was no place to find you
No you to be found

In the margins of books you were reading
There were stages to grieving that won't let you down

Where was the coast-line?
The wonder-kid's sunshine?

Under northern skies
Anonymous and free
Your night-fisherman pushes
A boat out to sea

You'll surely meet shores
Though his faith is unsound





There are stages to grieving that won't let you down

Overall Meaning

David Sylvian's The Last Days of December begins with the question of what to say when people ask what happened. The song is about a suicide, and the singer is grappling with how to explain it to others. The opening lines suggest that the event was sudden and unexpected, something like a brief honeymoon that ends abruptly. But the chorus insists that those left behind must have seen the signs and wonders why they didn't act or find a better way to help.


As the song continues, it becomes clear that the person who committed suicide was struggling with depression and despair. They were living in a dark and hopeless place, unable to see beyond their pain. This is conveyed through images of black furnishings, gas-ovens, and death-angels, which create a disturbing and oppressive atmosphere. In the end, the person is consumed by their feelings, represented by the beating of powder-black wings, and the last days of December become the loneliest of all.


The song reflects on the complexity of suicide, the guilt and confusion felt by those left behind, and the terrible burden of depression. The image of the night-fisherman pushing a boat out to sea at the end suggests both the possibility of escape and the inevitability of faith, a recognition that life continues even in the face of death.


Line by Line Meaning

What shall we tell them?
What explanation should we give when asked?


A honeymoon brief as a walk in the park
A short-lived honeymoon, easy to undertake, with minimum preparations required


What shall we tell them when they ask?
What shall we say when asked the reason behind the situation?


And they'll ask
They will inevitably ask


Could you not see another way out?
Were you unable to find a different approach?


Was the place without sun?
Was the place dark and gloomy with no prospects of hope?


Was it furnished in black?
Was the place decorated in a manner that suggested darkness?


With the ache of the gas-oven
Depression and sadness that leads to suicidal thoughts


There at your path
It troubled you throughout your experience


A death-angel paces in boredom and waits
Death hovers around waiting for the right moment to strike


It shrieks from dark corners undermining your faith
It creates doubts in your mind, erodes your faith and weakens your resilience


Where were the cape and the coast-line?
Where were the expected sights and experiences that could have lifted your spirits?


The wonder-kid's sunshine?
The optimism associated with youth and innovation


Your sanity shattered
Your mental balance is ruined


In climbing the walls
Being trapped with no outlet


Wet towels at the floor-lines
Desperate attempts to restrain the gas leak


Stuffed under the doors
To keep the toxic gas from spreading to other rooms


And the beating of powder-black wings left you blind
The feeling of despair and hopelessness consumed everything else and blinded you to any other alternatives


The last days of December are the loneliest kind
End of the year is generally a time of retrospection and if faced with a crisis, it accentuates the feelings of loneliness and hopelessness.


In the exit you made
The solution you settled on in the hope of ending the crisis


There was no pause for thought
It was an impulsive decision without thinking through the consequences


'Cause the lies that I told
The deception that I propagated


Were the lies that you bought
You believed in the deceit and lost the courage to fight


There was no place to find you
You were not in a state to be found


No you to be found
In the gloom of the crisis, you lost your inner self and became unrecognizable


In the margins of books you were reading
The introspection and self-realization that came with reading books became a comforting companion


There were stages to grieving that won't let you down
The realization that grief is a long process with its own stages, but it eventually leads to an understanding and healing.


Under northern skies
In the remote and sparsely populated areas


Anonymous and free
Being anonymous and free is the only way to be liberated at times.


Your night-fisherman pushes
Your inner voice and strength drives you at times.


A boat out to sea
To get away from the shore and find new modes of existence


You'll surely meet shores
Life will eventually bring you to new experiences


Though his faith is unsound
Although you may not have trust in yourself, others will have faith in you.


There are stages to grieving that won't let you down
The process of grieving through various phases will eventually lead to a resolution




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