And I see forests and it´s the 25th of December
And my old man plays the piano for Christmas.
He plays the piano for Christmas.

And we´re all there, all the aunties and uncles,
And the angle´s on the top of the tree.
Up there o the top of the tree.

And I never, no I never ever realised.
And I never, no I never ever realised.

Have I enough time, have I just some time,
To revisit, to go back, to return, to open my mouth again
And say something different this time.

And I see bags of newspaper and a car in the carport,
And you´re a grown up and still unsure,
And I´m thirty and I don´t know nothing no more.

And I never, no I never ever realised.
And I never, no I never ever realised.

And I´m sitting, sitting on the top of the stairs,
And you´re crying out on the towpath by the river
With all the swans and all the people walking by.

And all of a sudden I´m stuck with an urge to unlock a door
With a key that´s too big for my hands
And I drop it, and it falls at your feet.

Come on, come on, it´s there at your feet.
And I never, no I never ever realised.
And I never, no I never ever realised.

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Writer(s): BEN WATT