Chris Flew
Chris Flew - Christmas On Ward #7 lyrics
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Someone change the picture Collapsed below a tree The shadow of a person I used to want to be Calling out for somebody, but I can't even speak The irony of drunkenness And I think it's time for leaving The club is where we'll win Holding hands together I think we'll still get in And we'll dance to songs we know But dancing's growing old The epitome of loneliness And I didn't see the Christmas lights As I flipped upside my head Losing ground in battles I fight only with myself I'm holding onto next year And praying that it comes real soon In the three months since you left here I've been a total mess Walking round in circles Trying to regress to a time when I was happier A time I was with you But there's no windows in this room And I'm screaming at these walls While trying to tear them down This suits too tight, I cannot breathe I'm frozen in a frown But someone should be visiting at 4 o'clock or so I hope they bring a present And I didn't see the Christmas lights I started seeing red Fighting losing battles with the voices in my head I'm holding onto next year And praying that it comes real soon I'm holding onto next year And praying that it comes real soon