Christmas Lights - J Church
Christmas lights are colorful
A mini disco a pistolero
Lost in lonely heartache
It's literal this time
I'm counting up to half a million
I used to know all of the presidents
By name and order of appearance
In attics in my mind
Traipsing down memory lane
The streets are all but vacant
Like some psychic neutron bomb
Cleaned out this whole town
Pretty pills once meaning pleasure
Are now part of the regimen
I am lost in thought
There's no need to hang around
Even in a far-off desert
I can wait a thousand years
And if I don't know what I'm waiting for
I can still pretend
I'm waiting for your guilt assistance
Waiting waiting waiting
I've got nothing better to do
Some say it's sad but true
Christmas lights are colorful
A mini disco a pistolero
Lost in lonely heartache
It's literal this time
I'm counting on your secret mission
Save me from my memory
Some say I love the drama
No I just don't mind
Christmas lights are colorful
A mini disco a pistolero
Lost in lonely heartache
It's literal this time
