It was Christmas mornin'. Just got out of bed. Saw an amazing sight. Was it all just in my head?. . Santa Claus was dancin'. He was dancing down. Presents filled my Living Room.
I've been thinking 'bout the straight and narrow. Slip sliding round the back of my hand. Keep turning and it's almost tomorrow. I'll find a way to make you understand.
Just yesterday, I was walking on the moon with your stalker. And we talked about love and all the battles we'd won. A permanent malaise prevented us from hiding our fortunes.
There's a sword in your side. That you'll ignore until blood shows. And later on, when it's gone. When something's wrong. . The violence grows and it's designed.