Slow Club - Christmas tv - bonus cd lyrics
[Slow Club - Christmas tv - bonus cd lyrics]
It's okay to have scars
They will make you who you are
It's okay to have fears
As long as you're not scared of coming here
And in the middle of the night
Call if you want to talk
'cus you know, that I want to talk too
And it's not bad if you too
Think of what might go wrong
But, you can't blame me for secretly
Hoping that I'll prove you wrong
It's okay, that I pray, that
You will miss your flight
And have to stay with me another night
And it's brutal, it's brutal
Why can't you see? It's brutal, it's brutal
Where have you been?
'Cus we're far apart and
My lonely heart finds
It hard to get through the night
You pull me out of the
Dark and now it's light
You pull me out of the
Dark and now it's light
When we're out in the market
And out on the streets
I've got a pocket full of problems
And a pocket full of seeds
Hoping something good might grow
Out of this mistletoe
And I won't have to erase your memory
I like the way that our arguements
Stop when we fall asleep
And the way that your body feels
When it's wrapped around me and I'd like it
If you made it to mine by Christmas Eve
So you can hold me
And we'll watch Christmas TV
So come on home just come on home
Just come on home just come on home
They will make you who you are
It's okay to have fears
As long as you're not scared of coming here
And in the middle of the night
Call if you want to talk
'cus you know, that I want to talk too
And it's not bad if you too
Think of what might go wrong
But, you can't blame me for secretly
Hoping that I'll prove you wrong
It's okay, that I pray, that
You will miss your flight
And have to stay with me another night
And it's brutal, it's brutal
Why can't you see? It's brutal, it's brutal
Where have you been?
'Cus we're far apart and
My lonely heart finds
It hard to get through the night
You pull me out of the
Dark and now it's light
You pull me out of the
Dark and now it's light
When we're out in the market
And out on the streets
I've got a pocket full of problems
And a pocket full of seeds
Hoping something good might grow
Out of this mistletoe
And I won't have to erase your memory
I like the way that our arguements
Stop when we fall asleep
And the way that your body feels
When it's wrapped around me and I'd like it
If you made it to mine by Christmas Eve
So you can hold me
And we'll watch Christmas TV
So come on home just come on home
Just come on home just come on home