Chris Flew - Christmas On Ward #7 Lyrics
Collapsed below a treeThe shadow of a person I used to want to beCalling out for somebody, but I can't even speakThe irony of drunkennessAnd I think it's time for leavingThe club is where we'll winHolding hands togetherI think we'll still get inAnd we'll dance to songs we knowBut dancing's growing oldThe epitome of lonelinessAnd I didn't see the Christmas lightsAs I flipped upside my headLosing ground in battles I fight only with myselfI'm holding onto next yearAnd praying that it comes real soonIn the three months since you left hereI've been a total messWalking round in circlesTrying to regress to a time when I was happierA time I was with youBut there's no windows in this roomAnd I'm screaming at these wallsWhile trying to tear them downThis suits too tight, I cannot breatheI'm frozen in a frownBut someone should be visiting at 4 o'clock or soI hope they bring a presentAnd I didn't see the Christmas lightsI started seeing redFighting losing battles with the voices in my headI'm holding onto next yearAnd praying that it comes real soonI'm holding onto next yearAnd praying that it comes real soon
