Blue Spruce Needles
It's almost December, it's nearly a year
Since we took down our little tree
Packed all the baubles and tinsel away
And left it out on the street
It's almost December, it's nearly a year
Since you just left me suddenly
Packed up a suitcase while I was asleep
And quietly crept out on me
(I still find) blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean
(It reminds) me that people fall out of love as easily as in
(I still find) blue spruce needles whenever I sweep out my heart
If Christmas is about being together
Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart?
It's almost December, it's nearly a year
Since we took down our little tree
I wish I didn't still think about it
But I don't forget easily
(I still find) blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean
(It reminds) me that people fall out of love as easily as in
(I still find) blue spruce needles whenever I sweep out my heart
If Christmas is about being together
Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart?
Oh, if Christmas is about being together
Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart?
(I still find) blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean
(It reminds) me that people fall out of love as easily as in
(I still find) blue spruce needles whenever I sweep out my heart
If Christmas is about being together
Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart?
Since we took down our little tree
Packed all the baubles and tinsel away
And left it out on the street
It's almost December, it's nearly a year
Since you just left me suddenly
Packed up a suitcase while I was asleep
And quietly crept out on me
(I still find) blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean
(It reminds) me that people fall out of love as easily as in
(I still find) blue spruce needles whenever I sweep out my heart
If Christmas is about being together
Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart?
It's almost December, it's nearly a year
Since we took down our little tree
I wish I didn't still think about it
But I don't forget easily
(I still find) blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean
(It reminds) me that people fall out of love as easily as in
(I still find) blue spruce needles whenever I sweep out my heart
If Christmas is about being together
Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart?
Oh, if Christmas is about being together
Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart?
(I still find) blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean
(It reminds) me that people fall out of love as easily as in
(I still find) blue spruce needles whenever I sweep out my heart
If Christmas is about being together
Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart?
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Writer(s): Peter John Hobbs, Jonthan Owen, Jonathan Owen
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