A Doe To A Deer - Los Campesinos!

I came two weeks before Christ

Not tender nor mild

From the womb I came a-wailing «Silent Night»

But I’ll give you something to believe in

You’ll see three ships sailing in

I’m a frail evergreen

Be a bauble hanging off of me

Pine needles a-pricking at your bare feet

I’ll be anything you want of me

A carrot nosed encased in snow

An angel teetering atop a tree

Though vomiting from vertigo

If you’ll be mine for Christmas

A doe to a deer

I’ll be home for Christmas

And home will be here

I’m three sheets to the wind

But the wind is a sleet

And this sheet ain’t one of snow to play beneath

And my nose is red from the whiskey

I’m Boxing Day game away

Shirtless cherubs on the terrace

Singing hymns, praying the saviour scores today

And that he is one, but not the only

I’ll be anything you want of me

A carrot nosed encased in snow

An angel teetering atop a tree

Though vomiting from vertigo

If you’ll be mine for Christmas

A doe to a deer

I’ll be home for Christmas

And home will be here

If you’re looking for me, follow any star

'Cause I will be around, no matter where you are

I’m CCTV video late night on Christmas Eve

Window shopping in full Santa suit, blind drunk on the High Street

Never got a gift, gold, frankincense or myrrh

And never would’ve cared if you could just have her

I’m Christmas morning stumbling home up the cul-de-sac

Flanked by kids upon new bikes, stabilising my walk back

I’ll be anything you want of me

A carrot nosed encased in snow

An angel teetering atop a tree

Though vomiting from vertigo

If you’ll be mine for Christmas

A doe to a deer

I’ll be home for Christmas

And home will be here

If you’ll be mine for Christmas

A doe to a deer

If you’ll be mine for Christmas

If you’ll be mine for Christmas