wake up it's christmas
devlin, janet
apollo's burning in the sky
i must have been awake all night
a glass of empty kind of start
my eyes are tainted scarlet red
thinking of the words unsaid
but that's no way to spend my day
i whisper to myself and sing
and i don't need to see his face
and it's that time of year
and i don't really need him near
all the locks they have been changed
all the presents rearranged
memories they haunt my wall
season's greeting's here they are
warmest wishes sent for us
but it's just me this christmas
and i don't need to see his face
and i don't really need him near me
and i don't need to see his face
and it's that time of year
and i don't really need him near me