Album: Psycho Delicacy
Imagination fuels the dancing, oh you know the way
I bake inside my cell on a good day, a good day
I feel myself coming up to a new beginning on a snowy day
They say I’m not leavin' but you know I’m gay
Two lights, ten years
I’m making Christmas time this year
I try to bounce around my head
Until you cry a stream of cheer
Two whips, two deers
I’m making Christmas time this year
While chopping all the trees I see the red that drowns away the fear
Impractical, I see you swinging, on a bale of hay
I feel the lumps of coal on a good sleigh, a good slay
I feel myself making lists of the naughty children on a snowy day
I crack a nut while I’m calling for Mr. J Two lights, ten years
I’m making Christmas time this year
I tie the balls around my head
Until you cry a stream of cheer
Two whips, two deers
I’m making Christmas time this year
While chopping all the trees I see the red that drowns away the fear