Oh oh yea So this is your number well I just called to say 'hello' I was blurting, you were blurting, we were talking in morse code We just got cut off or disconnected, I dunno But it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto
We got this power to generalize when everything explodes The certainty of our unknown, your childrens' unknown You're gonna let us in though youre technically closed Must be Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto
Let's have a toast! To charity, wickedness, dope A toast! To the day after tomorrow
Oh oh yea the day after tomorrow
You'd like to buy the drink a bar, take us all to the show You're so full of cash tonight, you could buy the Pope You might as well try and get milk from your elbow Though it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto
With your dark epiphanies, your true lines and smoke Your glistening rails and streetcars all aglow "always the wind and the persistent snow Gets into your eyes and your mouth and every fold of your coat" Everyone hates you but they don't know what I know Besides, it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto
Let's have a toast! To charity, fixedness, hope A toast! To the day after tomorrow
Oh oh yea the day after tomorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
