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,