25th December

And I see forests and it´s the 25th of December And my old man plays the piano for Christmas. He plays the piano for Christmas. And we´re all there, all the aunties and uncles, And the angle´s on the top of the tree. Up there o the top of the tree. And I never, no I never ever realised. And I never, no I never ever realised. Have I enough time, have I just some time, To revisit, to go back, to return, to open my mouth again And say something different this time. And I see bags of newspaper and a car in the carport, And you´re a grown up and still unsure, And I´m thirty and I don´t know nothing no more. And I never, no I never ever realised. And I never, no I never ever realised. And I´m sitting, sitting on the top of the stairs, And you´re crying out on the towpath by the river With all the swans and all the people walking by. And all of a sudden I´m stuck with an urge to unlock a door With a key that´s too big for my hands And I drop it, and it falls at your feet. Come on, come on, it´s there at your feet. And I never, no I never ever realised. And I never, no I never ever realised. --- 25th December - Everything but the Girl