Tekster: Over The Rhine. Here It Is.

I cried when I wrote this, I?ll always remember
The worst kind of lonely is alone in December
The act of forgiveness is always a mystery
The meltin? of ice and the future of history, yeah

Some call it obsession, I call it commitment
I make my confession, I make it in public
I hope that it?s helpful, that others can use it
That it?s more than my ego, my need to abuse it

I?m wrappin? up my love this Christmas
I?m wrappin? up my love this Christmas
I?m wrappin? up my love this Christmas
And here it is

The leaves on the oak tree hold on through the winter
They?re brown and they?re brittle and they clatter together
I can?t seem to let go, I?m so scared of losin?
The deeper the love goes, the deeper the bruisin?, yeah

The trouble with talkin? is it makes you sound clever
And the trouble with waitin? is you?ll just wait forever
There?s a loop of excuses that plays in your mind
And makes the truth even harder to find

I?m wrappin? up my love this Christmas
I?m wrappin? up my love this Christmas
I?m wrappin? up my love this Christmas
And here it is

When they blow Gabriel?s horn, rip fiction from fact
I wanna get caught in some radical act
Of love and redemption, the sound of warm laughter
Some true conversation with a friend or my lover, yeah

Somewhere down the road we?ll lift up our glass
And toast the moment and the moments past
The heartbreak and laughter, the joy and the tears
The scary, scary beauty of what?s right here

I?m wrappin? up my love this Christmas
I?m wrappin? up my love this Christmas, yes
I?m wrappin? up my love this Christmas
And here it is

Oh, here it is
Oh, oh, oh, here it is, yeah
Oh, oh, here it is
Here it is