..She tried to find herself
in places that didn't exist..

there's no need for mistletoe
since I am here on my own
no tinsel, or lights that glow
spending Christmas all alone

no stockings hang on the wall
besides the ones hung to dry
no turkey left out to thaw
just a heart left out to die

there's no need for a jolly soul
when the cold cuts to the bone
no shiny ribbons or fancy bows
spending Christmas all alone

Do we dare dream to fall?, to fly... to go crashing through the bedroom door
Where we tumble and roll and slowly lose all of our clothes
Lost under the sheets we ride shooting stars
Circle the sun in the blink of an eye
Catch a glimpse of eternity inbetween the beat of our hearts
Do we dare turn the page and find ourselves living a storybook life
Hopes and wishes blooming like flowers all night and all day
And when we read between the lines we find a love so perfect it's almost cliche
If we dare to sneak a glimpse and skip to the last page
Would it be a black and white classic of two aged hands holding a heart that still beats wildly and madly and impossibly in love
Dare we..