Oooooh oooooh.

Run, run, run, run,
Run, run, run, run.

ahhhhh, ooooooh.

Am I allowed to drift,
Beneath the waves.

I close my eyes so tight,
And measure every word.

Am I allowed to drift,
Beneath the waves.

I close my eyes so tight,
And measure every word.

If I could run,
Would it all disappear,
The weight of your words,
The salt of my tears.

If I could run,
Would it all disappear,
The weight of your words,
The salt of my tears.

Would it all disappear,
Run, run, run, run,
Run, run.

Snow’s falling from the night sky,
Stars shining as the world goes by,
Christmas is all around.

Bells ringing through the cold air,
Joy and love are found everywhere,
In every sight and every sound.

The tree shines with gentle bright light,
Candles glow in the peaceful night,
A time to be, just you and me,
It’s all I see.

Through every laugh and every cheer,
We find the ones we hold so dear,
At Christmastime, our hearts align,
fills the world with love divine,
A gift, so bright.

Christmas is here,
Hold me close, hold me dear,
Christmas is all around,
Oh Oh, Christmas it’s all around,
Christmas it’s all around.

Snowflakes dance like whispers,
In the glow of the evening light,
Gather round the fire, love,
In the shelter of the old pine,
Friends and family fill the room,
As the old stories unfold,
And in the warmth of this moment,
Our hearts are made of gold.

So this winter,
We’ll hold close who we hold dear,
Oh this winter, you’ll be welcome here,
So this winter,
Though there’ll be laughter, there’ll be tears,
Still this winter you’ll be welcome here.

The scent of pine and cinnamon,
And the crimson of an old wine,
A flicker of a candle glows,
We’ll never drift away.

So this winter,
We’ll hold close who we hold dear,
Oh this winter, you’ll be welcome here,
So this winter,
Though there’ll be laughter, there’ll be tears,
Still this winter you’ll be welcome here.

And if the road gets lonely,
Or the nights grow long,
Just know, there’s somewhere you belong,
No matter where you wonder,
Or how far you roam,
Don’t forget, you’ve got a place called home.

I miss those days when I'd look aroun,d
And see memories of you scattered through the house,
Books that you love on a shelf with your notes,
The smell of a dinner that's worth a toast.

You're working late, no, it's not your fault,
They asked you to move, then said you had to go,
It's for the best and it's not forever,
We thought it would change our lives, weren't we clever?

This time of year makes me wish you were,
This love I feel, babe, I need you here.

This holiday, I sit here alone, waiting to chat one more time on the phone,
I miss your touch and your smell, your words,
Won't you come home, even if for the worst?

Then what do I hear?
A knock on the door,
Is this everything I've been asking for?

This time of year, I'm so happy that you're,
This love I feel, babe, I need you here.