Jukebox The Ghost Mistletoe
Oh my mistletoe, Called me up on the phone,
Tried her best to explain, To the hearts that she'd
know,
And even know shes misbehaved, she'd known it all
along,
No need to feel ashamed, as we didn't do nothing wrong.
She said, i wanted you to know,
I believe in the end light of love, that grows,
And if i'm to be alone, then ill be alone,
Well don't look at me like another lost soul.
All the letters i had to break,
The twenty little semi-precious thing,
Each one there little heart shaped stone,
Put me in doubt, all are wrong.
She talks just to knowledge die, (????)
She baked a whole rocky pie,
all though the past is past,
You can't do nothing 'bout that.
She said, i wanted you to know,
I believe in the end light of love, that grows,
And if i'm to be alone, then ill be alone,
Well don't look at me like another lost soul.
Don't look at me like another lost soul,
And if all our time,
If it didn't have to realise,
I'm cold.
Back home, to the big one that killed me before i was
old and loved.
Oh my mistletoe, Called me up on the phone,
Tried her best to explain, To the hearts that she'd
know,
And even know shes misbehaved, she'd known it all
along,
No need to feel ashamed, as we didn't do nothing wrong.
She said, i wanted you to know,
I believe in the end light of love, that grows,
And if i'm to be alone, then ill be alone,
Well don't look at me like another lost soul.
I believe in the end light of love, that grows,
And if i'm to be alone, then ill be alone,
Well don't look at me like another lost soul.
And if i'm to be alone, then ill be alone,
Well don't look at me like another lost soul.
