The Christmas Song - Adam Arcuragi, Charlie Hall

Every invincible letter

Comes singing in the sky

Promised song and foot fledged

And a brilliant flash of light

But oh the bells, oh the bells

Cracking itself in halfway room to cold

So this is where the smoke comes from

This is where the smoke comes from

And its getting close I know

When all of the lights outside are low

And you sat down at my side

And you whispered soft and slow

That before you can protest again

The car will take us home, my friend

Lay your head down and sleep awhile

When you wake we’ll be home

Well, I wish that I was what you wanted to be

Wrapped up tight underneath your tree

And I taught myself like the high E string

So that when you pluck I sing

So this is where the smoke comes from

Oh, this is where the smoke comes from

And its getting close I know

When all of the tree silhouettes all glow

And you sat down on my side

And you lay your hands on mine

Singing softly

That before you can protest again

The car will take us home my friend

Lay your head down and sleep awhile

When you wake we’ll be home