Lyrics The Christmas Song - Adam Arcuragi, Charlie Hall

The Christmas Song

Every invincible letter
Comes singing in the sky
Promised song and foot fledged
And a brilliant flash of light
But oh the bells, oh the bells
Cracking itself in halfway room to cold
So this is where the smoke comes from
This is where the smoke comes from
And its getting close I know
When all of the lights outside are low
And you sat down at my side
And you whispered soft and slow
That before you can protest again
The car will take us home, my friend
Lay your head down and sleep awhile
When you wake we’ll be home
Well, I wish that I was what you wanted to be
Wrapped up tight underneath your tree
And I taught myself like the high E string
So that when you pluck I sing
So this is where the smoke comes from
Oh, this is where the smoke comes from
And its getting close I know
When all of the tree silhouettes all glow
And you sat down on my side
And you lay your hands on mine
Singing softly
That before you can protest again
The car will take us home my friend
Lay your head down and sleep awhile
When you wake we’ll be home