The leaves around us start to swirl on Christmas morning
They're running circles round our bed up thru the chimney smoke
And all the lights have all gone off without a warning, warning warning
The owls lay quiet in their homes inside the oak trees
We're writing backwards in the snow, the smell of kerosine
And we were trying to get up, but I was falling, falling, back to sleep
Falling back to sleep
And all the lovers on the rugs, trying to stay warm
They're holding hands, forgetting words, and stumbling down the halls
And everyone is cheering up without trying trying trying
And everyone is looking up outside their windows windows windows
windows
