One cold December morning Awhile before all the world is stirring A little boy named Miles is wide awake He eyes the shelf above his toys And reaches up to take hold of something Decides to give the snowglobe a shake
Streetlights Dressed in icicles and tinsels line the boulevard All pre-packaged and wrapped in a ribbon Like their own lives Just some picture-perfect vision from a greeting card That they manifest every December When the snow falls Within the globe walls Ice cascading Activating this magical world inside 'Til he drops it and shatters the snowglobe
Freedom So they wander one by one into the real world Tiny figures all marching in unison 'Tis the season Wide-eyed wonder at the stories that they'd always heard But soon their expectations are ruined It's jurassic So much traffic All these people, so impatient And slowly they realize This is not like it was in the snowglobe
Welcome to our Black Friday Fight for your rightful place in line Right after me, myself, and mine The joys of Christmastime Lipservice at the manger While bearing gifts to the altar of avarice Joy to the jaded artifice So this is Christmas?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chaos As they try to acclimate into our Christmas ways So commercial, the rat race, marauding Yuletide shellshock All the parties and the checklists and the joyless days There's a reason it's all so exhausting Where's the meaning? Where's the wonder? Where's the dreaming? All this busyness bleeding the season dry Soon they want to get back to the snowglobe
Welcome to our Black Friday Fight for your rightful place in line Right after me, myself, and mine The joys of Christmastime Lipservice at the manger While bearing gifts to the altar of avarice Joy to the jaded artifice So this is Christmas?
Welcome to our Black Friday Fight for your rightful place in line Right after me, myself, and mine The joys of Christmastime Lipservice at the manger While bearing gifts to the altar of avarice Joy to the jaded artifice Is this Christmas?
Welcome to our Black Friday Fight for your rightful place in line Right after me, myself, and mine The joys of Christmastime Lipservice at the manger While bearing gifts to the altar of avarice Joy to the jaded artifice Is this Christmas?
One cold December morning Awhile before all the world is stirring A million restless souls are wide awake We soothe ourselves with all our toys Content surviving another season So proud of all we got and all we gave
Welcome, Father Christmas Bring us a single silent night A moment of reflection Bathed in a million colored lights Merry Christmas, all May your wish come true On this Christmas day May the One who ignited the star Over Bethlehem Ever light your wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
