Sounds,
   the summer sun comes down.
   I can hardly see the window
   from here now.
   Here and now.
   The snow,
   in waves you'll never know,
   through this ever-changing midnight.
   Just let it go.
   Hey, on this sacred, sun-rinsed day.
   They'll sell our cultrue and
   they'll sell the ways, the blaming.
   Standing still, we'll fall.
   Burn this sadness from my soul, babe.
   I guess that's all.
   Fear, and the sky begins to clear.
   Through this ever-changing midnight.
   Christmas cheer.
   Christmas cheer.