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And I see forests and it's the 25th of December |
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and my old man plays the piano for Christmas |
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He plays the piano for Christmas |
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And we're all there, all the aunties and uncles |
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and the angel's on the top of the tree |
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Up there on the top of the tree |
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And I never, no I never ever realized |
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And I never, no I never ever realized |
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Have I enough time, have I just some time |
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to revisit, to go back, to return, to open my mouth again |
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and say something different this time |
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And I see bags of newspaper and a car in the carport |
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and you're a grown up and still unsure |
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and I'm thirty and I don't know nothin' no more |
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And I never, no I never ever realized |
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And I never, no I never ever realized |
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And I'm sitting, sitting on the top of the stairs |
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and you're crying out on the towpath by the river |
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with all the swans and all the people walking by |
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And all of a sudden I'm stuck with an urge to unlock a door |
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with a key that's too big for my hands |
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and I drop it, and it falls at your feet |
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Come on, come on, it's there at your feet |
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And I never, no I never ever realized |
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And I never, no I never ever realized |
