god i hope this year is better than the last

footsteps; without a sound

i'm coming home to you

snowfall; blankets the ground

it covers the ugly truth

things that we hide from view

i get tired around this time

i blame it on the cold daylight

bring your arms around me fast

warm my bones and fill my glass

god

i hope this year's better than. the last

a candle; burns in a choir

held with a righteous hand

and i'm reminded. of a silent night

all for a broken man

one i don't understand

i get tired around this time

but i will try to make things right

bring your arms around me fast

warm my bones and fill my glass

god

i hope we'll be better than. the past

i wake up around this time

your sweet face will fill my eyes

wrap me up and hold me fast

carry on and don't look back

god

i hope this year's better than. the last