At the streams of the midnight dreams
sorrows of lonely souls were arrowed
to bleed the course of turbulent rivers
to breed in the unseen spaces of hope
on aisles where moon burns the sun
and the rays streams beautiful pain
of euphoric breeze and fitful blush
Insides the clouded bed in the skies
the ecstasy of hair strokes and strums
drums that haunt and roll their hunt
as the light shows up in the darkest
scenes of fed smiles and created kisses  
At the dreams of the midnight streams

Father loved you as baby Jesus
as sounds of mercies evaporated
from the retro vinyls on the oak
where songs were strong melodies
straws of eyed prolific memories  
fine layers of emotional resonance

At the beat of careless whispers
I danced with many a strangers
inside the dreamt  cold daydreams
as I lay on my buried teenage bed
the harmonies full of comfort
and sounds that taught me love

As Jesus to a child, I was blinded
fainted at the entrance of a future
satin silk covers and clouded hues
as sadness made love to my corpse  
How is it I haven't really changed?
As the misery of the music haunts

At the different corner I shed tears
as poetry became my only shield
under the table the torrents vented
at the knock of the awesome magic
where love was felt and promised
and then shed to eventful shades

Take me back to all these years
Bring me again to the beginning
at the table where we greeted
Every note, pitch and words
remains a vagary of the present
tunes with a stain of now and then

It's a new dawn as the sun kiss the grounds
where wet dew penetrates the green grass
fresh happenings opens like a lotus flower
giving some purity from the murkiest pond

Ohh gentle wind of this pristine winter
embrace me in the song of the unborn day
let the disuse be the productivity that I long
let the grieve be the rebirth of new hope

Ohh gentle warmth of the sun ray stroke
shine the light and guide me in the day
let the vision of my happiness unfold
let the rocky cliffs clear to never return

Ohh gentle rain from above the clouds
wash the stained fuelled thoughts today
let the pride of life don the paradise
let the joy of life exorcise the yesterdays

Love is a bitter taboo
with feelings that fool
storms that can rule
with overdue flukes

Love is a bitter taboo
with emotive beats
thunders that can pull
the two bitter hearts

Love is a bitter taboo
with tunes of kisses
bloomed and set to wither
with the onset of winter

Love is a bitter taboo
a motion circus of rounds
the laughter and tears
of the sunk crowned souls

Love is a bitter taboo
it gives twirls on the floor
as one starts to dance
on the platform of mourn

I wear your winter coat
The one you love to wear
So I keep feeling close
To us beyond compare
The moment we can have
You catch me in your eyes
That beauty on my pillow
That holds me in the night

And I will find my strength to untape my mouth
When I used to be afraid of the words
But with you I've learned just to let it out
Now my heart is ready to burst
'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love
And I wanna be your everything and more
And I know every day you say it
But I just want you to be sure
That I'm yours

And if I've been feeling heavy
You take me from the dark
Your arms they keep me steady
So nothing could fall apart
And I will find my strength to untape my mouth
When I used to be afraid of the words
But with you I've learned just to let it out
Now my heart is ready to burst
'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love
And I wanna be your everything and more
And I know every day you say it
But I just want you to be sure
That I'm yours
That I'm yours

Songwriters: Ella Henderson / Josh Record

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
the songs are like a clogged bell
streaming depressive used sounds
Hymns of abused commercialisation
As an excuse of mixed celebrations

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
you remain dead for long time ago
when my heart changed into stone
and my dance a faded fortification
in opened doors of the unreached

Christmas, Christmas,Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
a season where enemies embrace
with a tint of lost meshed generosity
That flavoured distasteful laughter
Coated with silvery decorations

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
a shaw of the dying tower blocks
Overlooking hunger and troubled war
that height of starry driven nights
Casting shadows to the chilled earth

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urgg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
The trees are felled to make cards
with anthems of a failed system
the tide of the recycled messages
of happy tidings, fill the bellies ehhh

I don't need love
love never needs
It's an illusion
an arrangement
that derailment

I don't want love
love never wants
It's pollen lesion
a depressive disease
awaiting for a lease

I can't beg for love
for I owe no debt
alone I came to live
without butterflies
in a lonesome cave

I can't hurt for love
for I have no tears
or eclipsed fears
moments are a brief
test of one's essence