“December 24th uh…3:17 AM I think the snow’s finally stopping Couldn’t sleep Everything’s so…quiet Hit ‘record’”
The fairy lights are buzzing a low electric hymn
A ghost of cinnamon still hangs in the air growing dim
I’m wrapped up in a blanket a fortress on the floor
Watching memories on replay behind the television’s door
A flicker of a smile a half-remembered sound
Buried in the quiet underneath the ground
It’s a Static Christmas a faded fragile glow
A signal coming in from a long long time ago
The picture’s kinda jumpy and the colors aren’t so bright
But it’s my station my frequency my solitary light
A Static Christmas in my head
Found a tangled cassette of songs we used to know
I fed it to the player let its warbled music go
The chorus slipped a semitone the beat was slightly slow
A perfect imperfection from a vintage velvet woe
Sometimes the clearest feeling comes wrapped in all this noise
The hissing in the background of the season’s polished joys
It’s a Static Christmas a faded fragile glow
A signal coming in from a long long time ago
The picture’s kinda jumpy and the colors aren’t so bright
But it’s my station my frequency my solitary light
A Static Christmas in my head
And maybe all the magic that I’m ever gonna get
Isn’t in the spotlight but in the silence after it
In the gentle degradation of a year that’s almost through
In the beautiful the broken in the comfortably askew
So let the tape keep spinning let the old screen softly scream
This is the truest quietest most honest Christmas dream
It’s a Static Christmas a faded fragile glow
A signal coming in from a long long time ago
The picture’s kinda jumpy and the colors aren’t so bright
But it’s my station my frequency my solitary light
A Static Christmas in my head
Static…Christmas…static…glow…
Keep my signal…soft and…slow…
Yeah…
