Maybe our lips met
In secret as December snow echoed the smoke
We shared with the blushing boys
All grace and poise, the lovers noise
That Corrie pure and rapping on the bathroom door
Reminded me for sure I was too old to play the role
Of a raging bull, rolling bones and screams and moans
All pleasure treacherous and cruel
Just like I learned in Catholic schools
Where virtue goes to die, and I with torches high
Start the first light
And carry forth the shame I must conceal
That love is real in multitudes
My attitude said it was dead but both and all of you are in my heart
Both and all of you are in my heart
Meanwhile ghosts of Christmas past
Appalled, aghast, grow cold and haunt my morning drives
Not meek and mild but wild and high
My bloodshot eyes so sure that I
Could still survive on a villain's pay
Get through the day listening to Drake
Pretending that I had the stones to go alone and not divide
My soul into tender moving parts, how love could split and fall apart
With her and all of you still in my heart
Her and all of you still in my heart
Now, if Christ went from a manger to a cross
I mustn't feel so sad and lost
I knew the risk, I knew the cost, sleep outside and feel the frost
Crawl up and freeze my body whole, no Saint Bernards or hospitals
Just knotty pines and hydro lines, a frigid spine out in the snow
If I could take back all December days, I think I wouldn't give away
A single one, we had our fun, though pain and circumstance were spun
Into the fabric of our lives, but I promise 'til the day I die
That all of you will live inside my heart