| Song | Here It Is - normal |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | Snow Angels |
| 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 |