It's night, but there's no darkness when
The tiny God cries from the cold
He'll put the crushed back together
What's human becomes divine
Someone's nervously untangling the knotted string of lights
The breath of hurried streets, in the march of lost feet
I'll squint my eyes, and you'll appear again
Instead of presents, I'll ask for a miracle
I'll squint my eyes, and you'll appear again
Instead of gifts, I ask for a miracle!
Tiny hands are icing gingerbread
They'll soon get pricked by the Christmas tree
What's human becomes divine
The city streets shimmer with lights
They're already shining with a glow
Notice something in all of this
That the mind can't grasp
What's divine becomes human
I'll squint my eyes, and you'll appear again
Instead of presents, I'll ask for a miracle
I'll squint my eyes, and you'll appear again
Instead of gifts, I ask for a miracle!
I'll squint my eyes, and you'll appear again
Instead of presents, I'll ask for a miracle
I'll squint my eyes, and you'll appear again
Instead of gifts, I ask for a miracle!