It's Seven O?Clock, I haven't left the house. It's so cold, I feel old.
I don't want to go out.
So sentimental as the gentle light is filling up the quiet house tonight.
Christmas always brings the lights down, does something honest to the whole town.
I can close my eyes and live inside those songs. When the great ones sing them, you sing along.
Throw my head back and wait for the sky to crack open wide and rain her light down.
Throw the window wide, wait for the air outside to blow through here, I need it now.
We are carving out our pieces and we shed a tear for all the broken ones.
We starve and fast just to make it last a year or two in the sun.
Smoking a busted a cigarette out in the icy rain and snow.
The sweet, sad, and jagged guitars take me high, they bring me low.
Throw my head back and wait for the sky to crack open wide and rain her light down.
Throw the window wide, wait for the air outside to blow through here, I need it now.