Sounds,
the summer sun comes down.
i can hardly see the window
from here now.
here and now.
The snow,
in waves you'll never know,
through this ever-changing midnight.
just let it go.
Hey, on this sacred, sun-rinsed day.
they'll sell our culture and
they'll sell the ways, the blaming.
standing still, we'll fall.
burn this sadness from my soul, babe.
i guess that's all.
Fear, and the sky begins to clear.
through this ever-changing midnight.
Christmas cheer.
Christmas cheer.