The Tragedy
Snow is falling
winter is calling
winter is calling you
snow is falling
winter is calling
winter is calling you
old man sitting on the corner
old man been there for years
old man weeping on the corner
trying to find whats his
old man weeping on the corner
waiting on winter again
he needs help
he needs help
he needs heaven
he needs heaven
old manwaiting by the corner
trying to find somewhere warmer tonight
winters coming
winters coming
old man sitting on the corner
trying to find whats his
when i was your cravingand only this mattered
this jingle bell sanctified sugared in battered
our heathenous appitite ever and after
like christmas will save us and bathe us in rapture
mr. happy , mr matrimony , mr half-a-block-away-from-stony
i love you
theres something haunting daunting about your presence
casper essence ghost of christmas past
phantom of unraveling his laugh
opera , string quartet
curtain up but the the whole room darkened up
i know winter was calling you
me baby my baby
he chris with the kringle in rooms filled with ladies
they are loving his prescence
a blessing a blessing
im guessing you youre happy
om knowing you answered
when winter was calling you
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