I dreamt I was a child. Holding a sting into the sky. Climbing it till I finally reached the other side. A city of gold. A beautiful noise. A blanket of sound. Covering me. Pulling the sky into
One two three four. (Ooh oh) (Ooo ooh, Merry Christmas Saint Nick). Well way up north where the air gets cold. There's a tale about Christmas. That you've all been told. And a real famous cat
