Christmas

Did you ever see the faces of children
They get so excited
Waking up on Christmas morning
Hours before the winter sun's ignited

They believe in dreams and all they mean
Including heavens generosity
Peeping round the door
To see what parcels are for free
In curiosity

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved?
From the eternal grave

Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently
And unaware of anything
Playing proxy pin ball
Picks his nose and smiles and
Pokes his tongue at everything

I believe in love
But how can men who've never seen
Light be enlightened
Only if he's cured
Will his spirits future level ever heighten

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved?
From the eternal grave