Taking the last train home,
Surrounded by ice and snow,
Lost in the midnight clear,
I sit alone.
Decor on every road,
Holly and misteltoe,
Christmas is finally here,
So I'm told.
It doesn't feel like Christmas,
It doesn't feel the same,
It doesn't feel like Christmas at all.
Reading the card you wrote,
Surrounded by clouds of smoke,
I know you all too well to harbour hope.
Stripping the yuletide air,
Memories of our affair,
Like singing the first Noel in Russell Square.
It doesn't feel like Christmas,
It doesn't feel the same,
It doesn't feel like Christmas at all.
Oh to hear the bells are ringing like they used to do,
Oh to hear the bells are ringing mnemonically of you.
To feel like Christmas.
To feel like Christmas.