Tyco Racing Set And A Christmas Story Fi — текст песни (Kind Of Like Spitting)

Here comes winter trial
Wishing I could remember being a child
On my knees again
Begging for Jesus or maybe an okay friend
I have been betrayed
By an anger that broke me, broke me
Here`s to what I could`ve done
Another year passes, I still feel on the run
Pull the winter inside me
I draw a picture
But it`s not the way you planned, ever
Round cold Christmas time, I never feel quite real
My family fucks me up, some wounds don`t ever seem to heal
I get drunk to forget their faces, but part of me misses a home
His holy infancy won`t fill the hole
Round yon virgin tenderness be kind
The faithless, they need you more than you realize
It seems like around Christmas time we`re all hanging by thin strings
I try to dry my eyes but the rain just seems to cling
Sleep and hope for January