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
