Sounds, The summer sun comes down. I can hardly see the window From here now. Here and now. The snow, In waves you'll never know, Through this ever-changing midnight. Just let it go. Hey, on this sacred, sun-rinsed day. They'll sell our culture and They'll sell the ways, the blaming. Standing still, we'll fall. Burn this sadness from my soul, babe. I guess that's all. Fear, and the sky begins to clear. Through this ever-changing midnight. Christmas cheer. Christmas cheer.