The leaves around us start to swirl on Christmas morning They're running circles round our bed up thru the chimney smoke And all the lights have all gone off without a warning, warning warning
The owls lay quiet in their homes inside the oak trees We're writing backwards in the snow, the smell of kerosine And we were trying to get up, but I was falling, falling, back to sleep Falling back to sleep
And all the lovers on the rugs, trying to stay warm They're holding hands, forgetting words, and stumbling down the halls
And everyone is cheering up without trying trying trying And everyone is looking up outside their windows windows windows windowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
