Snow falls down.
Bass goes up.
Merry Christmas. Mmm.
Turn it up.
Everybody brings a little winter through the door.
Shake it off and leave your heavy coat up on the floor.
Crooked paper star above a secondhand tree.
Nothing here is perfect, but it feels like home to me.
Let the windows shake. Let the cold night wait.
Hear the heartbeat underneath the snow.
Take my hand and, and let the whole world know.
Bass goes up.
Merry Christmas. Mmm.
Turn it up.
Everybody brings a little winter through the door.
Shake it off and leave your heavy coat up on the floor.
Crooked paper star above a secondhand tree.
Nothing here is perfect, but it feels like home to me.
Let the windows shake. Let the cold night wait.
Hear the heartbeat underneath the snow.
Take my hand and, and let the whole world know.