Christmas Lights Keep Shining On

Christmas night, another fight. Tears we cried have flowed. Got all kinds

of poison in, of poison in my blood. I took my feet

to Oxford Street. Trying to right a wrong. Just walk away, those windows say.

But I can't believe she's gone. But when you're still waiting for the snow to

fall, doesn't really feel like Christmas at all. There

were candles on the figure. And they flicker and they flow. And then I'm

here holding on to all those chandeliers of hope. And like some

drunken elf is singing. I'm not singing out of tunes. Singing how I