On a Christmas night
I want you here, as soft as Summer breeze
As right as a this will ever be.
On a Christmas night
I want you here, I want you home.
I love everything that lives. Everything that is.
Does that mean I'm broken?
Does it mean I'm dying?
Does it mean that I'm half asleep,
and the part of me that's awake
has its eyes closed?
Because I've dreaming about dreams,
I've been doubting my doubts.
Slamming doors,
Looking for whatever it is that I'm longing for.
On a Christmas night
You should let me know.
You should let me go.
On a Christmas night
I will wait for you again.
Knees on my feet, heart on my sleeve.
I will no longer be afraid.
For the last time.
