I slip into the last train of the night City lights alone are swaying in the glass Through the window there’s no hint of falling snow In the canyon of the towers, cold stars slowly glow And then from deep inside my headphones That old familiar phrase begins to dance Merry Christmas I’m all grown-up now, somewhere along the way I let my heart completely forget how to believe Tiny notes like falling, powdery snow Gently start unfolding all the stories I had left behind That one night I thought had been a dream— All the marching and the dancing start to play again From a pile of boxes, there appears One cracked and broken ornament Faded ribbon colors in my hand The moment that my fingertips touch glass The air inside the room turns softly sweet and bright Merry Christmas The scent of winter sweets and a ceiling full of stars Little Santa figures lined up by my bed I was sure that I could never go back there All the wishes that I swallowed without a sound Suddenly are opening deep inside my chest Merry Christmas To the promise that my younger self once made Just for tonight I want to try believing To crack the hardened walnut of my heart Merry Christmas To the wish you say you don’t believe in now Quietly it’s still been waiting all this time For tiny footsteps coming From the other side of that closed door Merry Christmas Outside the window, just the same as ever— Not a single flake of snow falls on this town But look, you see— Only in my heart, white snow begins to fall Even in the grown-up world I’m living in There’s a song from some new story yet unseen Ringing out and echoing Somewhere deep inside my heart Merry Christmas
