Nothing screams "Christmas" like the rain falling down in a fight
and we misted this year after just getting on with our separate lives
Nothing screams "I miss you" more than songs with their secrets in the lines
so if this Trojan Horse should gallop into Troy, I'll be happy enough with that
Ah you don't love me, at least not that I know of
You never talk to me so how am I supposed to know love?
Nothing screams "winter" like the whistle in the pine of the trees
or the wind back in colour into pairs of horn over cheeks
Nothing screams "I'm lonely" like a walk to the river just to think
and watch the water as it lurches like a blood red flood of memories
You don't love me, at least not that I know of
You never talk to me so how am I supposed to know love?
(She screams Christmas)
You don't love me, at least not that I know of
You never talk to me so how am I supposed to know love?
No you don't love me, at least not that I know of
You never talk to me so how am I supposed to know love?
and we misted this year after just getting on with our separate lives
Nothing screams "I miss you" more than songs with their secrets in the lines
so if this Trojan Horse should gallop into Troy, I'll be happy enough with that
Ah you don't love me, at least not that I know of
You never talk to me so how am I supposed to know love?
Nothing screams "winter" like the whistle in the pine of the trees
or the wind back in colour into pairs of horn over cheeks
Nothing screams "I'm lonely" like a walk to the river just to think
and watch the water as it lurches like a blood red flood of memories
You don't love me, at least not that I know of
You never talk to me so how am I supposed to know love?
(She screams Christmas)
You don't love me, at least not that I know of
You never talk to me so how am I supposed to know love?
No you don't love me, at least not that I know of
You never talk to me so how am I supposed to know love?