A Kind Of Christmas Card — текст песни (harket morten)

All you folks back home
I`ll never tell you this
You`re not supposed to know
Where your daughter is
There are ways of life
You never understood
It`s right here
Downtown Hollywood
It`s afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
I`ve got a stolen moment trying hard
To write a kind of Christmas card
But I am burning cut again
Tonight there is fever in my veins
Mama, dear
All the love you gave
I guess there`s really nothing,
nothing much to save
See this place,
is as dirty as I feel myself
There are still some riches
At the Roosevelt
That evening prayer, those memories
In my little bedroon, mama, on my knees,
That`s where I`m at -
Down in Los-Angeles
And I am burning out again
And I must rise above the shame
Tonight there is fever in my veins...
Oh, just think of the girl I used to be
You were my age once, mama, Twenty-three
I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
From that summer of love in `68
Seems it`s turned into a winter of hate
And I am burning out again...