It's your birthday, but I don't have a gift
Only a simple message that I can give...
Christmas is here at last;
Everybody's in a rush...
Perfume is the sweet-smelling white musk fragrance...
Perfume to me, especially white musk, means more...
She stands beneath a mistletoe
out in the snow...
Thunder crackling from the skies
on a cantankerous wintry eve...
There was a time
upon the earth...
August sixteenth, two-thousand and nine.
To some, it's just one more day...
With criminals I hang and bleed
as loved ones mourn below...
We are led by your star
raising glory above...
No chestnuts roasting or carols sung,
eggs shells all around...
The wooden house crumbles
underneath the weight of misery...
Christmastime.....
The only time of the year I have a reason to be...