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.

See the lights upon the tree,
9 o’clock on Christmas Eve,
Can you hear the silence fall like snow this Christmas?
Though we ought to be back home,
And there’s places we should go,
Oh I just don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve.

So don’t leave me,
Don’t say “you’ll see”,
Oh I just don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve.

Hear the Christmas church bells ring,
Now it’s midnight on the green,
And a choir of drunkards walking home with Christmas cheer,
Now it’s late and time’s slipped by,
And we ought to say goodnight,
But I just don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve.

So don’t leave me,
Don’t say “you’ll see”,
Oh I just don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve,
So don’t drive home,
Don’t turn to leave,
Cos’ I just don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve.

See the lights upon the tree,
9 o’clock on Christmas Eve,
Oh I just don’t want to be alone this Christmas.

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 don’t know what you had in mind
People lie all the time
You don’t have to dry your eyes
People cry all the time
I don’t know if you said goodbye
People die all the time