Tyco Racing Set And A Christmas Story Fifteen Times

Tyco Racing Set And A Christmas Story Fifteen Times

Kind Of Like Spitting
(album: Old Moon In The Arms Of The New)

Here comes winter trial, wishing I could remember being a child.
On my knees again begging for Jesus or maybe an OK friend.
I have been betrayed, by an anger that broke me, broke me.
Here´s to what I could have done.
Another year passes I still feel on the run.
Pull the winter inside me, I draw a picture, but it´s not the way you plan, ever.
Round cold Christmas time I never feel quite real.
My family fucks me up, some wounds don´t ever seem to heal,
I get drunk to forget their faces but part of me still misses a home.
His holy infancy won´t fill the hole.
Round yon virgin tenderness be kind.
The faithless they need you more than you realize.
It seems like around Christmas time we´re all hanging by thin strings.
I try to dry my eyes but the rain just seems to cling, just seems to cling.
Sleep and hope for January.