Christmas
Silver bells ring in her mashed up brain
Standin' still she has to write down these whispered words
Low lights brush her ball and chain
Christmas time is near despite her mournful chords
Santa is coming, kids set yourselves
Santa is flyin' high can't you hear them bells?
Christmas is joy and cheer
Yet Christmas is late this year
"Tradition is sacred" as old men once said
Sliding on icy grounds, carols whirling in the storm
She used to decorate the trees that bled
Mistletoe and tinsels, her fireside grew so warm
Santa is coming, so set yourselves
Santa is flyin' high can't you hear them bells?
Christmas is joy and cheer
Yet Christmas is late this year
She unwraps her charms through red ribbons and gold
She stares at the sky full of stars, yet she finds none
Cold winds grip her wounded heart grown so old
She can't hear Santa's call, thinks Christmas' gone
Yet suddenly crawling, scraping on the snow
Sweet songs and holy lights blow
Christmas knocks on your rusted door
Open up and it'll amaze you once more
Feel it coming, the Christmas train is gonna make you smile again
Feel it coming, snowflakes rest on rooftops, relieve your pain
Santa is coming, come on set yourselves
Santa is flyin', high you can hear them bells
Christmas is joy, hopes and cheer
At last Christmas has come this year
Christmas is here, my babe blue dear.
Standin' still she has to write down these whispered words
Low lights brush her ball and chain
Christmas time is near despite her mournful chords
Santa is coming, kids set yourselves
Santa is flyin' high can't you hear them bells?
Christmas is joy and cheer
Yet Christmas is late this year
"Tradition is sacred" as old men once said
Sliding on icy grounds, carols whirling in the storm
She used to decorate the trees that bled
Mistletoe and tinsels, her fireside grew so warm
Santa is coming, so set yourselves
Santa is flyin' high can't you hear them bells?
Christmas is joy and cheer
Yet Christmas is late this year
She unwraps her charms through red ribbons and gold
She stares at the sky full of stars, yet she finds none
Cold winds grip her wounded heart grown so old
She can't hear Santa's call, thinks Christmas' gone
Yet suddenly crawling, scraping on the snow
Sweet songs and holy lights blow
Christmas knocks on your rusted door
Open up and it'll amaze you once more
Feel it coming, the Christmas train is gonna make you smile again
Feel it coming, snowflakes rest on rooftops, relieve your pain
Santa is coming, come on set yourselves
Santa is flyin', high you can hear them bells
Christmas is joy, hopes and cheer
At last Christmas has come this year
Christmas is here, my babe blue dear.
Credits
Writer(s): Leonardo Scarpetti
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