HARK the herald angels sing, the boy's a cherub, let him be
And you harmonised more beautifully than they could
At 8 years old I played the role of Gabriel dressed head to toe
In white denim though with less optimistic foresight
Your lips land lightly, like Robin Redbreast's feet in the snow
I hold you tightly like your halo's lined with mistletoe
Thawing my heart like morning frost, falling under my feet
Oh silent night, oh lonely week
Merry Christmas
I wish you were here
Merry Christmas
Maybe 5, 10, 15, 20 years
Kindle a flame in her heart
Kindle a flame
You've got to untie me from these bows
Wrap your arms around me like swaddling clothes
On the sixteenth day I opened up the window
Found a lump of coal and rammed it down my stupid, greedy throat
On the seventeenth you came around, my tiny teeth had been ground down
But then you turned them back to smiles with just one kiss
Now listen to this