Death crawls through my window
And as the evening dances
An honest man falls from his iron frame
This is where lonely hearts live
On my blanket there's a window
As the evening dances
She calls
Calls
Calls
To him
She calls to him
On my blanket there's a window
It's now your dream, not your life
This is goodbye my love
Christmas can wait
Christmas can wait
Christmas can wait
Christmas can wait
For the life of beauty and pain
Wrote my future without reservation
From some old circumstance
It was a small sacrifice
For the life of beauty and pain
For the life of beauty and pain
That suspends us in it's grace
For the life of beauty and pain
The thing I lost will last an eternity