歌詞

They say once every year, on the twenty-fourth night

A gift falls from heaven and rests beside your pillow

Neighbour children laugh and run and leap in the dark

Jumping and spinning beneath the cold streetlight

They say it only comes to the good ones

And I have never once received a thing

Because I’m a bad child, they all agree

Morning sunlight wraps its arms around my heart

Daytime wind drives me right to the edge of life and death

Night sky folds me gently into the world like I belong

Does heaven keep its eyes on bad children like me?

Is this how it works?

Whether it watches or whether it forgets

I just keep feeling these things

I just keep feeling these things

Any day, any morning, the sun still holds me

Any afternoon the wind still pushes me to the border between life and death

Any night the sky still makes me part of this world

And still I never find a gift at my pillow

Morning sunlight wraps its arms around my heart

Daytime wind drives me right to the edge of life and death

Night sky folds me gently into the world like I belong

Does heaven keep its eyes on bad children like me?

Is this how it works?

Whether it watches or whether it forgets

I just keep feeling these things

I just keep feeling these things

I’m a bad child…

And I just keep feeling these things

Morning sunlight wraps its arms around my heart

Daytime wind drives me right to the edge of life and death

Night sky folds me gently into the world like I belong

Does heaven keep its eyes on bad children like me?

Is this how it works?

Whether it watches or whether it forgets

I just keep feeling these things…