Song | Here It Is - normal |
Artist | Over the Rhine |
Album | Snow Angels |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I cried when I wrote this | |
I’ll always remember | |
The worst kind of lonely | |
Is alone in December | |
The act of forgiveness | |
Is always a mystery | |
The melting of ice | |
And the future of history | |
Some call it obsession | |
I call it commitment | |
I make my confession | |
I make it in public | |
I hope that it’s helpful | |
That others can use it | |
That it’s more than my ego | |
And my need to abuse it | |
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas | |
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas | |
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas | |
And here it is | |
The leaves on the oak tree | |
Hold on through the winter | |
They’re brown and their brittle | |
They clatter together | |
I can’t seem to let go | |
I’m so scared of losing | |
The deeper the love goes | |
The deeper the bruising | |
The trouble with talking | |
Is it makes you sound clever | |
The trouble with waiting | |
Is you’ll just wait forever | |
There’s a loop of excuses | |
That plays in your mind | |
And makes the truth | |
Even harder to find | |
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas | |
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas | |
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas | |
And here it is | |
When they blow Gabriel’s horn | |
Rip fiction from fact | |
I want to get caught | |
In some radical act | |
Of love and redemption | |
The sound of warm laughter | |
Some true conversation | |
With a friend or my lover | |
Somewhere down the road | |
We’ll lift up our glass | |
And toast the moment | |
And moments past | |
The heartbreak and laughter | |
The joy and the tears | |
The scary beauty | |
Of what’s right here | |
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas | |
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas | |
I’m wrappin’ up my love this Christmas | |
And here it is |
I cried when I wrote this | |
I' ll always remember | |
The worst kind of lonely | |
Is alone in December | |
The act of forgiveness | |
Is always a mystery | |
The melting of ice | |
And the future of history | |
Some call it obsession | |
I call it commitment | |
I make my confession | |
I make it in public | |
I hope that it' s helpful | |
That others can use it | |
That it' s more than my ego | |
And my need to abuse it | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
And here it is | |
The leaves on the oak tree | |
Hold on through the winter | |
They' re brown and their brittle | |
They clatter together | |
I can' t seem to let go | |
I' m so scared of losing | |
The deeper the love goes | |
The deeper the bruising | |
The trouble with talking | |
Is it makes you sound clever | |
The trouble with waiting | |
Is you' ll just wait forever | |
There' s a loop of excuses | |
That plays in your mind | |
And makes the truth | |
Even harder to find | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
And here it is | |
When they blow Gabriel' s horn | |
Rip fiction from fact | |
I want to get caught | |
In some radical act | |
Of love and redemption | |
The sound of warm laughter | |
Some true conversation | |
With a friend or my lover | |
Somewhere down the road | |
We' ll lift up our glass | |
And toast the moment | |
And moments past | |
The heartbreak and laughter | |
The joy and the tears | |
The scary beauty | |
Of what' s right here | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
And here it is |
I cried when I wrote this | |
I' ll always remember | |
The worst kind of lonely | |
Is alone in December | |
The act of forgiveness | |
Is always a mystery | |
The melting of ice | |
And the future of history | |
Some call it obsession | |
I call it commitment | |
I make my confession | |
I make it in public | |
I hope that it' s helpful | |
That others can use it | |
That it' s more than my ego | |
And my need to abuse it | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
And here it is | |
The leaves on the oak tree | |
Hold on through the winter | |
They' re brown and their brittle | |
They clatter together | |
I can' t seem to let go | |
I' m so scared of losing | |
The deeper the love goes | |
The deeper the bruising | |
The trouble with talking | |
Is it makes you sound clever | |
The trouble with waiting | |
Is you' ll just wait forever | |
There' s a loop of excuses | |
That plays in your mind | |
And makes the truth | |
Even harder to find | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
And here it is | |
When they blow Gabriel' s horn | |
Rip fiction from fact | |
I want to get caught | |
In some radical act | |
Of love and redemption | |
The sound of warm laughter | |
Some true conversation | |
With a friend or my lover | |
Somewhere down the road | |
We' ll lift up our glass | |
And toast the moment | |
And moments past | |
The heartbreak and laughter | |
The joy and the tears | |
The scary beauty | |
Of what' s right here | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
I' m wrappin' up my love this Christmas | |
And here it is |