You're not around and I can't think of anything but you
In my comfortable prison, the night is done
and these thoughts won't let me escape into a slumber
so bring on the sun
Your gift awaits but unaware
you're peaceful with the world
Your waiting prize lies anxious
counting no more thoughts beyond
The smile that was promised
is just this hanging sunrise off
It should hurry for now the night is done
Rise, please rise, or I will fold in on myself
What I want to give you is a feeling you can keep
Rise, please rise, or I will fold in on myself
It's Christmas eve to me and that has robbed me of my sleep
I forgot about this feeling
unbearable excitement
and when you're not around I have no other thoughts but one
It's creeping now and here alone the birds and I both know
so bring on the sun
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