25th December — текст песни (Everything But The Girl)

And I see forests and it`s the 25th of December
and my old man plays the piano for Christmas.
He plays the piano for Christmas.

And we`re all there, all the aunties and uncles,
and the angle`s on the top of the tree.
Up there o the top of the tree.

And I never, no I never ever realised.
And I never, no I never ever realised.

Have I enough time, have I just some time,
to revisit, to go back, to return, to open my mouth again
and say something different this time.

And I see bags of newspaper and a car in the carport,
and you`re a grown up and still unsure,
and I`m thirty and I don`t know nothing no more.

And I never, no I never ever realised.
And I never, no I never ever realised.

And I`m sitting, sitting on the top of the stairs,
and you`re crying out on the towpath by the river
with all the swans and all the people walking by.

And all of a sudden I`m stuck with an urge to unlock a door
with a key that`s too big for my hands
and I drop it, and it falls at your feet.

Come on, come on, it`s there at your feet.
And I never, no I never ever realised.
And I never, no I never ever realised.