I’m rewriting Christmas thoughts
And what things could be like
Chasing other peoples dreams
Until we enter the light
We call to brothers with our fear of flight
We count the moments till we’re out of sight
Today, could be like any other day
Tonight, could be like any other night
So I’m waiting by the satellites
Hoping that the moon would call me back
These blankets are my fall
My hiding place from the dreaded cold Mondays
Take these tears to my house
The Kleenex is beneath us now
Dry your eyes; I am your surprise tonight
Today, could be like any other day
Tonight, could be like any other night
The joining of our eyes is so right
Tomorrow, we’ll be on our way
To late afternoons firestorms
Today, could be like any other day
Tonight, could be like any other night
The joining of our eyes is so right
Tomorrow, we’ll be on our way
Till late afternoon firestorms
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