| You walk me through the park where all the dark spots lit by snow
|
| You talk me through my part as if you’re starring the show
|
| I hate you ‘cause of the way these Gotham snowflakes lick your hair
|
| I hate you ‘cause I need you, ‘cause I know that you don’t care
|
| You remind me I’m no longer young
|
| It’s the 20th of December, Santa’s looking kind of worn
|
| The windows shine like embers and every year there’s more
|
| I don’t think I look much older, but I’m not the one to ask
|
| Nostalgia’s getting bolder with every day that pass
|
| It reminds me I’m no longer young
|
| Back then the streets were paved with light
|
| As if this town was built by night
|
| And our steps like hyperspace flight
|
| In a universe that was ours by right
|
| You look at me through lenses of ideas that were never mine
|
| You’re shooting cross the trenches, in the world war of your mind
|
| You’ve gone and hit old Sancho between the halo and the eyes
|
| Bet he didn’t see it coming, just the tunnel and the light
|
| So go away and pray baby, come back when you can cry
|
| It’s Christmas time remember, the least you should do is try
|
| The 90's like the weak link in the chain around my heart
|
| And the peace I’ve built within it, is like an island off the charts
|
| You step in like a tow truck, and tear my world apart
|
| Yawning like a housecat playing cruelly with a mouse
|
| You’re shouting cross the trenches, to steal my peace of mind
|
| It was you who killed the angels, you the greatest lover of all time
|
| You’re just a petty thief now in the universe of small crime
|
| You remind me I’m no longer young
|
| Back then the streets were paved with light
|
| As if this town was built by night
|
| And our steps like hyperspace flight
|
| In a universe that was ours by right |