Fractured glass and crimson stains
Stale old dust and window panes...

I thought that
Everything's perfectly fine...

I looked into my heart
And asked him how was he...

I sit under the mistletoe
While others play out in the velvet snow...

I sat upon the fire rock
Feet apart the parched sand...

I sat upon the window still
Overlooking the nearby hill...

I'm like salt on sand
Impossibly there...

From miry clay of pure earth
A careful mold of subtle birth...

If I were given the chance
And you'd simply glance...

Dear people of the world
Please hear my plea...

It's Christmas time again
But what the hell...

(The next morning...)
You wake up from your bed...