Everything But The Girl 25th December
And I see forests and it's the 25th of December
And my old man plays the piano for Christmas
He plays the piano for Christmas
And we're all there, all the aunties and uncles
And the angels on the top of the tree
Up there on the top of the tree
And I never, no I never ever realized
And I never, no I never ever realized
Have I enough time, have I just some time
To revisit, to go back, to return, to open my mouth again
And say something different this time
And I see bags of newspaper and a car in the carport
And you're a grown up and still unsure
And I'm thirty and I don't know nothing no more
And I never, no I never ever realized
And I never, no I never ever realized
And I'm sittin', sittin' at the top of the stairs
And you're cryin' out on the towpath by the river
With all the swans and all the people walking by
And all of a sudden I'm stuck with an urge to unlock a door
With a key that's too big for my hands
And I drop it, and it falls at your feet
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
And I never, no I never ever realized
See I never, no I never ever realized
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
And I never, no I never ever realized
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
See I never, no I never ever realized
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
And I never, no I never ever realized
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
See I never, no I never ever realized
