The Electric Diorama

Lights catch you asleep and out there is freezing this time of the year is the worst I drive by your house I stop by your window dealing with the last bottle of wine It's turning to 7 a.m. I cheer to you, and after all for christmas our love will be

Lookin' at your face, Fallin' in your gaze, Was it just a second for you to fly away? Now seven days are gone, Days I don't belong, Thinking about everything that was wrong. And if you believe me say it clear. That you want to run away, Want to separ