The terrible tragedy of telling the truth
The love that's lost when lips are loose...

The first time that you gave your heart  to me
I didn't know the precious things it held...

'Tis the season to be jolly
And jolly I shall be...

Fluff is how we measure the love
Between your heart and mine...

I wake to find you on my bed
Patient and biding your time...

"It's time now" they say
And we each take your hands...

Ding dong merrily on high
Christmas cakes and mince pies...

The night creeps, creaks and groans
No one else here, home alone...

A sphere of fluff is all that's left
To rest my hopes upon...

... and it was like my skin recognised you
my bones and brains just the vehicle to get my...

Beautiful words woven like a web
Intricately laced about my mind...

Your utter charm seduces me
Yet your heart is made of stone...