Every Christmas

Every day the same existence Every day we stay the same And it doesn't make a difference Every Christmas nothing's changed Up to the back door, stumbling around in the darkness and dropping the key Who can it be? Stinking of drinking lifting the sheets as discrete as he possibly can Smells like a man Head upon the pillow He's sinking into dream Staring through the window She wonders where he's been Dropping the kids off Waving goodbye she is already heading for home A moment alone Putting her feet up Reading her favourite pages again and again Dulling the pain Head upon the pillow She's sinking into sleep Staring through the window He stares into the street Every day the same existence Every day we stay the same And it doesn't make a difference Every Christmas nothing's changed Heading to midnight Lying together alone in two worlds of their own Both on the phone Silently playing Playing some version of silicon chip solitaire Neither is there Heads upon their pillows Practising their games Dreaming for tomorrow But tomorrow stays the same Every day the same existence Every day we stay the same And it doesn't make a difference Every Christmas nothing's changed Every Christmas nothing's changed Every Christmas nothing's changed credits