«Christmas night, another fight.
Tears we cried; a flood.
Got all kinds of poison in, poison in my blood.
Took my feet, to Oxford street, trying to right a wrong.
„Just walk away“, those windows say, but I can’t believe she’s gone.
When you’re still waiting for the snow to fall,
It doesn’t really feel like Christmas at all.
A group of cameras on there flicker, Oh they flicker and they flow.
And I’m up here holding on to all those chandeliers of hope.
Like some drunkard Elvis singing, I go singing out of tune.
Singing how I always loved you darling, and I always will.
Oh when I’m still waiting for the snow to fall,
It doesn’t really feel like Christmas at all.
Still waiting for the snow to fall, It doesn’t really feel like Christmas at all.
Those Christmas lights,
Light up the street,
Down where the sea and city meet.
May all your troubles soon be gone.
Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on.
Those Christmas lights, light up the street.
Maybe they’ll bring her back to me.
Then all my troubles will be gone,
Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on.
Ohhhhohhhhoohhhohhhhhhhhooohohohohhhhhh
Oh Christmas lights, light up the street.
Light up the fireworks in me.
May all your troubles soon be gone.
Those Christmas lights, keep shining on.»