[Intro – Crowd shout, sleigh bells] Hey! Let it snow, let it roll, let it go! [Verse 1 – Playful, bouncy] City’s glowing red and gold, Breath in clouds, it’s getting cold, Every step is out of time, With the rhythm of the bells in line. Coffee shops and paper cups, Laughing loud, we won’t grow up, Everybody’s in a rush, But somehow time is moving soft. [Pre-Chorus – Lift] All the worries we forgot, On this one enchanted block… [Chorus – Big, crowd-style, super catchy] There are lights on every window, Hearts on every street, Every stranger feels like family When December starts to speak. We’re running through the snowfall, Through the old and new, It’s that once-a-year kind of magic Pulling me back to you. [Verse 2 – Warm, cinematic] Scarves too thin and hands too red, Funny things we never said, Old songs playing far too loud, Lost in that familiar sound. Broken plans and rushed goodbyes, Train delays and tired eyes, Still the night just pulls us near, Like it does each single year. [Pre-Chorus – Wider harmony] Every road we ever ran, Leads us back to who we am. [Chorus – Bigger, layered] There are lights on every window, Hearts on every street, Every stranger feels like family When December starts to speak. We’re running through the snowfall, Through the old and new, It’s that once-a-year kind of magic Pulling me back to you. [Bridge – Half-time, emotional break] Not every year was kind to me, Not every wish came true, But every scar still led me here, To another winter with you. [Verse 3 – Final build-up, joyful] Children counting every star, Streetlights flicker like a spark, Someone’s singing slightly wrong, Still the whole street sings along, And for one night, just one night more, We’re more than what we were before. [Final Chorus – Maximum feel-good explosion] There are lights on every window, Fire in the cold, Even broken dreams feel golden When the story’s told. We’re running through the snowfall, Past the tried and true, It’s that once-a-year kind of magic Pulling me back to you. Yeah, that once-a-year kind of magic Pulling me back to you. [Outro – Crowd fades, soft bells] Hey… Same place next year.
