The Lights

It's cold and grey And everyones got A smile on their face But you don't care about the Holiday, you're done with it This year you might be the grinch And so they say You're the scrooge So stay away But its fine to you Solitude never felt so right The perfect kind of silent night Well I know you hate the songs And I know you dread shops But how can you be a grinch On christmas when one must only stop And see The lights, the sounds And all around theres Snow on the ground And up above theres Mistletoe, Hanging low We kiss beneath the falling snow The sights, the smell Theres pie baking in the Shops down town And all around theres Carolers, it's finally here It's my favorite time of year It's cold, but hey We'll snuggle under The blankets and play Our favorite songs Like Jingle bells, and little Rudolph Or the one that everyones sick of Well I know you hate the songs And I know you dread shops But how can you be a grinch On christmas when one must only stop And see The lights, the sounds And all around theres Snow on the ground And up above theres Mistletoe, Hanging low We kiss beneath the falling snow The sights, the smell Theres pie baking in the Shops down town And all around theres Carolers, it's finally here It's my favorite time of year