Everything but the Girl - 25th December

And I see forests and it's the 25th of December
And my old man plays the piano for Christmas
He plays the piano for Christmas
And we're all there, all the aunties and uncles
And the angel's on the top of the tree
Up there on the top of the tree

And I never, no, I never ever realized
And I never, no, I never ever realized

Have I enough time, have I just some time
To revisit, to go back, to return
To open my mouth again
And say something different this time
And I see bags of newspapers and a car in the carport
And you're a grown up and still unsure
And I'm thirty and I don't know nothing no more

And I never, no, I never ever realized
And I never, no, I never ever realized

And I'm sittin', sittin' at the top of the stairs
And you're cryin' out on the towpath by the river
With all the swans and all the people walkin' by
And all of a sudden I'm stuck with an urge to unlock a door
With a key that's too big for my hands
And I drop it, and it falls at your feet
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet

And I never, no, I never ever realized
You see, I never, no, I never ever realized
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
And I never, no, I never ever realized
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
You see, I never, no, I never ever realized
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
And I never, no, I never ever realized
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
You see, I never, no, I never ever realized

Written by:
Ben Watt

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