Текст John Mark McMillan – Lights

Our days are gifts
Wrapped up in nights
In the lonely abyss
Our bodies burn bright

‘Cause home is talking to us
And it sounds like God and Christmas

We’ve lost some friends
People we loved
But life it won’t quit
We flitter in the flux

And home calls to who you are
And sounds like Christmas and God
And it sounds like Christmas and God

The lights on the tree
They don’t go out
They don’t go out
For you and me

The lights on the tree
They don’t go out
They don’t go out
For you and me

There are some things that happened to you
You know I would fix, I wish they weren’t true
But home is here where you are
With me and Christmas and God

The lights on the tree
They don’t go out
They don’t go out
For you and me

The lights on the tree

They’ll never go out
They’ll never go out
They’ll never go out
They’ll never go out

They’ll never go out
For you and me
Oh no

They don’t go out
Oh, oh