Missing Alice at Advent

Is there anything we can say
Or anything we can do
Or anywhere we can go
We really would like to know

Anywhere in the world
Anywhere you choose
Or right on down the street
There are strangers you can meet

I'm not afraid of a little pain
It's the waiting
It's driving me insane
It's driving me insane

Whilst I spy through the looking glass
Go tell Alice
She should have met me in my past
She should have met me in my past

Advent in the winter's cold
With sorrow inside your breast
Holding your feelings close
Trudging through the slushy mess

Abandoned at your port of call
With ice caked on your boots
In the waning of the sun
Now you see they spoke the truth

I'm not afraid of a little pain
It's the waiting
It's driving me insane
It's driving me insane

Why must I spy through the looking glass
Go tell Alice
She should have met me in my past
She should have met me in my past



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Benson, Ii
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