come in brother, show some holiday feeling
under wreaths and presents, you'll know where to find
patience
but I need to cry some more
so hear me now, hear me out
years before we broke down
years before, years before
melodies come so faintly now
and memories seem so scarce
down the road you make the most of your twenties
but we all grow old and you did sooner than most
just let me live before you die
to feel you once is enough
let me make things right
before you go, it will be alright
who are we, where are we going.....
Postado por Vash