I cried when I wrote this, Ill always remember
The worst kind of lonely is alone in December
The act of forgiveness is always a mystery
The meltin of ice and the future of history, yeah
Some call it obsession, I call it commitment
I make my confession, I make it in public
I hope that its helpful, that others can use it
That its more than my ego, my need to abuse it
Im wrappin up my love this Christmas
Im wrappin up my love this Christmas
Im wrappin up my love this Christmas
And here it is
The leaves on the oak tree hold on through the winter
Theyre brown and theyre brittle and they clatter together
I cant seem to let go, Im so scared of losin
The deeper the love goes, the deeper the bruisin, yeah
The trouble with talkin is it makes you sound clever
And the trouble with waitin is youll just wait forever
Theres a loop of excuses that plays in your mind
And makes the truth even harder to find
Im wrappin up my love this Christmas
Im wrappin up my love this Christmas
Im wrappin up my love this Christmas
And here it is
When they blow Gabriels horn, rip fiction from fact
I wanna get caught in some radical act
Of love and redemption, the sound of warm laughter
Some true conversation with a friend or my lover, yeah
Somewhere down the road well lift up our glass
And toast the moment and the moments past
The heartbreak and laughter, the joy and the tears
The scary, scary beauty of whats right here
Im wrappin up my love this Christmas
Im wrappin up my love this Christmas, yes
Im wrappin up my love this Christmas
And here it is
Oh, here it is
Oh, oh, oh, here it is, yeah
Oh, oh, here it is
Here it is