A Kind Of Christmas Card Lyrics - Singles - Harket Morten

All you folks back home 

I'll never tell you this 

You're not supposed to know 

Where your daughter is 

There are ways of life 

You never understood 

It's right here 

Downtown Hollywood 

It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard 

I've got a stolen moment trying hard 

To write a kind of Christmas card 

But I am burning cut again 

Tonight there is fever in my veins 

Mama, dear 

All the love you gave 

I guess there's really nothing, 

nothing much to save 

See this place, 

is as dirty as I feel myself 

There are still some riches 

At the Roosevelt 

That evening prayer, those memories 

In my little bedroon, mama, on my knees, 

That's where I'm at - 

Down in Los-Angeles 

And I am burning out again 

And I must rise above the shame 

Tonight there is fever in my veins... 

Oh, just think of the girl I used to be 

You were my age once, mama, Twenty-three 

I can still hear some of the songs you used to play 

From that summer of love in '68 

Seems it's turned into a winter of hate 

And I am burning out again...