A withered tree, lonesome on the hill top
Desperately waits for the death of winter...

This Christmas I want something
Special warm and true...

In times we do not say it
In times it doesn't show...

Unravel these chains I sit in
Cut loose, the words in my heart...

Tired
Sleep deprivation...

Mutter softly your delicate dreams
In fields of corn, where sunlight beams...

This love has made me crazy
My heart is racing fast...

Dry this tear,
Ease this pain...

Lurking in the cold
Sits a man without a home...

My mind is all a twist
Filled with jagged edges...

Say you miss me,
Swear you'll kiss me...

Tremble a word and mutter a silence
Immortal being and bloody violence...