Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Christmas Eve Until I Leave, artist - Hotel Books.
Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Christmas Eve Until I Leave |
December 24th is a plague at the grocery store |
A plague at the department stores |
A plague for the fatherless, childless, and emotionally torn |
But a time to celebrate the cold waves coming in |
The birth of a child, the removal of sin, the rebirth of a mile |
Chance this store will wipe of hot chocolate and spiked eggnog |
So we can let God remind us that we all mean something |
Maybe the pain of childbirth was only made so the birth of our savior would |
feel the same as the birth of our behavior that lead to our negativity |
Point blank I know I’ve sank |
I know the Billboard charts don’t reflect the same up and coming success we all |
thought we’d hear |
With almost happy here with fear that doesn’t hurt me |
Because it’s fake just like the way I told my lover I’ll love you if you don’t |
desert me |
Maybe Christmas isn’t about us and that’s why our New Years resolutions seem so |
empty |
Maybe none on us know what this is about at all |
And the attacks we make to the offenses we take are simply our way of trying to |
make our opinions into policies |
Because learning to change might be a worse pain than the Virgin Mary pushing |
out a reason to keep our family together |
Maybe the cold weather, maybe Uncle Sam’s wallet feeling better are all signs |
that we’ve missed the point |
We’ve broken every joint |
Maybe every night deserve a little silence, not just the one weekend of the year |
When half of us cheer and for the sake of our grandparents pretend to still be |
Catholic |
Maybe a silent night is a reminder of the silence we should let into our minds |
Maybe a silent night is the silence we should make when somebody else is |
speaking |
Maybe the silence is the silence we should take when someone else is bleeding |
rather than telling them that they wouldn’t be a victim of that pain if they |
did something differently |
Maybe the silence is a reminder of the silence we can take when our opinions |
outweigh our thought process |
Maybe we should stop repacking lies and calling them gossip |
Maybe we should stop making that gossip our headlines |
Maybe we’d feel fine if every time December 25th came around, we didn’t have to |
lie just to feel like the end of our year was worth living the other 11 months |
Maybe a silent night is a reminder to be silent |
Maybe we’re on the hot seat, maybe this doesn’t mean anything |
Maybe we shrink and eliminate love because at the end of the day, |
a holy day isn’t about us |
But if there’s one thing the human race has become good at, it’s taking |
anything and making it self-serving |