Footsteps without a sound, I'm coming home to you Snowfall blankets the ground It covers the ugly truth Things that we hide from view I get tired around this time I blame it on the cold daylight Bring your arms around me fast Warm my bones and fill my glass God, I hope this year's better than the last A candle burns in a choir Hell with a righteous hand And I'm reminded of a silent night All for a broken man One I don't understand I get tired around this time But I will try to make things right Bring your arms around me fast Warm my bones and fill my glass God, I hope we'll be better than the past I'll wake up around this time Your sweet face will fill my eyes Wrap me up and hold me fast Carry on, don't look back God, I hope this year's better than the last I'll wake up around this time Your sweet face will fill my eyes
