Sounds,
The Summer Sun Comes Down.
I Can Hardly See The Window
From Here Now.
Here And Now.

The Snow,
In Waves You'll Never Know,
Through This Ever-changing Midnight.
Just Let It Go.

Hey, On This Sacred, Sun-rinsed Day.
They'll Sell Our Culture And
They'll Sell The Ways, The Blaming.
Standing Still, We'll Fall.
Burn This Sadness From My Soul, Babe.
I Guess That's All.

Fear, And The Sky Begins To Clear.
Through This Ever-changing Midnight.

Christmas Cheer.

Christmas Cheer.