As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you is something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me it reminds me that someday it’s gonna end
And when you pass on oh god I bet you miss your friends
As simple as a breeze tugging hard upon the sail
Been moving through these streets forever
From Istanbul to Amsterdam
As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you is something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me it reminds me that someday it’s gonna end
And when you pass on oh god I bet you miss your friends
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you is something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me it reminds me that someday it’s gonna end
And when you pass on oh god I bet you miss your friends
As simple as a breeze tugging hard upon the sail
Been moving through these streets forever
From Istanbul to Amsterdam
As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you is something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me it reminds me that someday it’s gonna end
And when you pass on oh god I bet you miss your friends
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