Harrison Lemke - Gold, Incense, Myrrh Lyrics

Stay in a hotel this year
In a poor part of town, nowhere near
The house in sparkling finery
Get there late, leave early
Bearing dreadful cold respectful gifts
Wireless headsets, jars of cake mix

In the gloom of the afternoon
In the gloom of the afternoon

Clear your head out in the cold
You've been lost since you were nine years old
And the sky gets cluttered up with stars
And other cryptic intimations
And the circuitous side streets cross themselves
Like superstitious old relations

Til you lose, you lose, you lose
You lose your patience