The fireplace is keeping my hands warm The smell of cinnamon is just starting to fill the room The innocence of "Jingle Bells" brings pleasant comfort to my ears And my tongue has just turned red from too much candy cane
But even though I'm standing under the mistletoe with the glaring lights of the Christmas tree accentuating the sparkles in my eyes My heart remains cold.
Because I know where you are and what you are doing Because I know that I am tied down to reality I can't seem to avoid
And I pray I pray to anyone that might hear, to anyone that might help That my heart be liberated
So it can finally feel the warmth of a snowy Christmas night