Not as dark as it sounds. Be grateful for what you have over Christmas |
Black Christmas Underneath the neon tubes We try to find our mark Demons that the night exudes With Angels in the dark Cast out under lurid light As nights stretch out, draw in 'neath street lamps haze, assured sights Festivities begin Trees set up in market squares As Christmas comes to life With Halloween and all its scares Bundled in the strife Events that filtered through a year Up close and on the fringe Close to home and full of fear … yet distant with a twinge A twinge, a glance, a short look back At all the things we passed A long and winding, rusting track … sometimes we train too fast Barrelling from stop to stop A fare to stay ahead Faring, snaring every drop when maybe, just instead Maybe we should stop for once … take in what we see See the things we live amongst The stars a top the trees See beyond the tinsel's flare The baubles where they hang Cast beneath a neon glare Fast, bought where they stand Strung out with the fairy lights Twinkling, they tease Distractions from a strangers plight and wood not seen for trees Therapy for anxious minds A modern madman's curse What minds desire, hearts will find For better or for worse Whilst vagabonds in sleeping bags Roses by other names There but for the grace of rags In doorways we're the same Doorways leading down to dens Distractions from the streets Where neon tubes, they twist and bend They spell and weave in pleats Wrapped up in the neon light Like heathens in the dark Demons, Angels in the night … we all will find our mark |