Song | Christmas Nights in Blue |
Artist | Trans-Siberian Orchestra |
Album | The Lost Christmas Eve |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : O'Neill, Pitrelli | |
Just another night in | |
New York City | |
Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
Don’t know how but suddenly there you are | |
With Jelly | |
Roll Morton playin’ for the bar | |
Inside here, lights are low | |
But each song has its own glow | |
As he floats them through that smoky air | |
You just can’t believe he’s really there | |
How old is he, cannot say | |
But claims he taught cab calloway | |
And on this night | |
I somehow believe him | |
Knows every song that | |
Christmas got | |
Even ones my brain has dropped | |
Just him and that old fir tree | |
All lit up this night | |
Electric blue | |
Just another night in | |
New York City | |
Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
Can’t believe but suddenly there you are | |
Talking with strangers sittin’ cross the bar | |
Suddenly, all are laughin’ | |
This night’s smart, always craftin’ | |
Building bridges nearly everywhere | |
Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs | |
Outside the colored lights they bleed | |
For snow is white and colors need | |
As it just comes down like pure salvation | |
It offers all its amnesty | |
And makes your neighbor different see | |
By the light of that fir tree | |
And this old bar | |
Electrified in blue | |
I gotta drop dead simple, childhood view of salvation | |
Perhaps that’s how it was always meant to be | |
And the more | |
I add up all this information | |
It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me | |
So you look around till you find a phone | |
Then you call your mom and everyone at home | |
And the bar looks on and they start to cheer | |
When you talk to folks you haven’t seen in years | |
And the snow comes down and the children play | |
And they pray to | |
God, it never goes away | |
And a childhood prayer should never be denied | |
As the night rolls on till it’s carolized | |
CarolizedCarolized | |
CarolizedCarolized | |
And on this tree the lights are done | |
But the colors here are down one | |
I guess it kind of fits the situation | |
Ornaments still shining bright | |
Watch them glitter in the light | |
Just this old fir tree and me | |
All lit up this night | |
Electric blue |
zuo qu : O' Neill, Pitrelli | |
Just another night in | |
New York City | |
Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
Don' t know how but suddenly there you are | |
With Jelly | |
Roll Morton playin' for the bar | |
Inside here, lights are low | |
But each song has its own glow | |
As he floats them through that smoky air | |
You just can' t believe he' s really there | |
How old is he, cannot say | |
But claims he taught cab calloway | |
And on this night | |
I somehow believe him | |
Knows every song that | |
Christmas got | |
Even ones my brain has dropped | |
Just him and that old fir tree | |
All lit up this night | |
Electric blue | |
Just another night in | |
New York City | |
Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
Can' t believe but suddenly there you are | |
Talking with strangers sittin' cross the bar | |
Suddenly, all are laughin' | |
This night' s smart, always craftin' | |
Building bridges nearly everywhere | |
Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs | |
Outside the colored lights they bleed | |
For snow is white and colors need | |
As it just comes down like pure salvation | |
It offers all its amnesty | |
And makes your neighbor different see | |
By the light of that fir tree | |
And this old bar | |
Electrified in blue | |
I gotta drop dead simple, childhood view of salvation | |
Perhaps that' s how it was always meant to be | |
And the more | |
I add up all this information | |
It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me | |
So you look around till you find a phone | |
Then you call your mom and everyone at home | |
And the bar looks on and they start to cheer | |
When you talk to folks you haven' t seen in years | |
And the snow comes down and the children play | |
And they pray to | |
God, it never goes away | |
And a childhood prayer should never be denied | |
As the night rolls on till it' s carolized | |
CarolizedCarolized | |
CarolizedCarolized | |
And on this tree the lights are done | |
But the colors here are down one | |
I guess it kind of fits the situation | |
Ornaments still shining bright | |
Watch them glitter in the light | |
Just this old fir tree and me | |
All lit up this night | |
Electric blue |
zuò qǔ : O' Neill, Pitrelli | |
Just another night in | |
New York City | |
Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
Don' t know how but suddenly there you are | |
With Jelly | |
Roll Morton playin' for the bar | |
Inside here, lights are low | |
But each song has its own glow | |
As he floats them through that smoky air | |
You just can' t believe he' s really there | |
How old is he, cannot say | |
But claims he taught cab calloway | |
And on this night | |
I somehow believe him | |
Knows every song that | |
Christmas got | |
Even ones my brain has dropped | |
Just him and that old fir tree | |
All lit up this night | |
Electric blue | |
Just another night in | |
New York City | |
Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
Can' t believe but suddenly there you are | |
Talking with strangers sittin' cross the bar | |
Suddenly, all are laughin' | |
This night' s smart, always craftin' | |
Building bridges nearly everywhere | |
Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs | |
Outside the colored lights they bleed | |
For snow is white and colors need | |
As it just comes down like pure salvation | |
It offers all its amnesty | |
And makes your neighbor different see | |
By the light of that fir tree | |
And this old bar | |
Electrified in blue | |
I gotta drop dead simple, childhood view of salvation | |
Perhaps that' s how it was always meant to be | |
And the more | |
I add up all this information | |
It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me | |
So you look around till you find a phone | |
Then you call your mom and everyone at home | |
And the bar looks on and they start to cheer | |
When you talk to folks you haven' t seen in years | |
And the snow comes down and the children play | |
And they pray to | |
God, it never goes away | |
And a childhood prayer should never be denied | |
As the night rolls on till it' s carolized | |
CarolizedCarolized | |
CarolizedCarolized | |
And on this tree the lights are done | |
But the colors here are down one | |
I guess it kind of fits the situation | |
Ornaments still shining bright | |
Watch them glitter in the light | |
Just this old fir tree and me | |
All lit up this night | |
Electric blue |