as we both watched the lights flicker
across the branches of our Christmas tree;
when sweet memories of Christmas past
lit this welcoming warmth inside of me.
"Just like how it used to," I thought happily.
Enchanted by the dance created
by those flickering lights, I found my imagination
wandering into somewhere new.
There, I suddenly saw a scene of me and you,
in front of a Christmas tree,
with my head on your lap, or yours on mine -
either way would be fine, as long as it's you
I wouldn't mind.
"Just like how it might be," I wished hopefully.
This vision of us caught me off guard
as it turned this warmth I feel
into a burning need that could only be sated
once you're here.
Everybody's talking in words I don't understand
You got to be the only one who knows just who I am
You're shining in the distance, I hope I can make it through
' cause the only place that I want to be
is right back home with you.
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