Sing a Christmas Carol. (Christmas children live in a Christmas daydream). Sing a Christmas Carol. (Christmas children hunger for Christmas morning). Sing a Christmas Carol.
Hey Jack, take back all those lines you're tripping. That's not who I am. It ain't that quaint, your composure's slipping. Right into my hands. . ('Cause when, just a little bit, just a little bit).
So there, you got me in your clutch again. So there, so there I love your touch. And that voodoo that you do so well. It's got me spinning around and round it.
Walk him up and down the corridors. Till his arms are tired. Till his lungs are tired. . Starve him of the air, the dimming light. Till his eyes are wide.
You were not the first to arrive. Will not be the last to survive. The pigs and the oxen we bound to the wheel. Turn it off, turn it off. . You are not the last of this house.
By shadowing. All the darkened fields. Of forgotten words. And civilian lives. . Violence. Through the changing guards. Through the grinding away. And their furious marching.
Chorus:. Grab Me. Lift Turn me. Switch gently. Move with me. Then touch these. Just squeeze close. Breathe you deep inside. We float so high (repeat).
Let me touch you. Put my hands on you. I kiss you. And we'll see things through. . Would you lay with me. Would you lay with me. Till the sun peaks through the blinds.
I once had a true love. Her name was Maggie Brown. Her eyes they were the color. Of the sun burning down. . And she had hair that smelled like jasmine.
Still don't know what I was waiting for. And my time was running wild, a million dead-end streets. Every time I thought I'd got it made. It seemed the taste was not so sweet.
I turned 17, spring of 1861. And I killed 20 men 'fore I turned 21. 20 holes and 20 men, 20 holes they's buried in. There they lay in the cold red Georgia play at Catoosa County.
Casey joins the hollow sounds of silent people walking down. The stairway to the subway, in the shadows down below. Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors.
On a mantle made of oakwood. There's a photograph from my childhood. It was taken in the desert early light. . I look a lot like a leprechaun. With a Mexican vest and a red hippie hat on.
There's a factory standing empty. Where we built your Chevrolet. And we sent our kids to college. On a forty hour wage. . But now the windows all are broken.
Verse 1:. It's just you and me baby.. We're trapped in two different worlds.. Now I know you're no downtown boy, well I'm no uptown girl neither.. We're trapped between two realms you see..
Well, he was from a small town. In Northern Mississippi. She was raised on the Puget Sound. A third generation hippie. . Fate would take them to L.A. County.
(Shawnna). Uh, Uh. Uh, Uh, Shawnna (Yeah). Uh, Uh, Christina. Look. I got some game for you Chickens. Listen a minute, please. 'Case you be stuck with them (Shhh).
Hey there, hey, how are you?. Muah, everything cool. I don't know, I'm trying to see if you gon' like it. I'm gon' love it, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
My heart is losing control over You. My heart is losing control over You. . Lost in everlasting. Love's amorous glow. Set aflame despite the rain. And seven seasons of snow.
Looking for color in a shade of gray. Looking for love in a drop of rain. Trying to find change from the old mundane. But everything I do just feels the same.