Christmas TV

It's okay to have scars, they will make you who you are It's okay to have fear, as long as you're not scared of coming here And in the middle of the night, just call if you wanna talk 'Cause you know that I want to talk, too It's not bad of you to think of what might go wrong But you can't blame me for secretly hoping that I'll prove you wrong It's okay that I pray that you will miss your flight And have to stay with me another night It is brutal, it's brutal Why can't you see? It's brutal, it's brutal Where have you been? 'Cause we're far apart, and my lonely heart Finds it hard to get through the night You pull me out of the dark, and now it's light You pull me out of the dark, and now it's light When we're out in the market and out on the streets I've got a pocket full of problems and a pocket full of seeds Hoping something good might grow out of this mistletoe And I won't have to erase your memory I like the way that our arguments stop when we fall asleep And the way that your body feels when it's wrapped around me And I'd like it if you made it to mine by Christmas Eve So you can hold me And we'll watch Christmas TV It is brutal, it's brutal Why can't you see? It's brutal, it's brutal Where have you been? 'Cause we're far apart, and my lonely heart Finds it hard to get through the night You pull me out of the dark, and now it's light You pull me out of the dark, and now it's light So come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home Just come on home One, two, three, four