Woorden: Streets Of Rage. No More Silent Nights.

It's the first of December and the weather can't agree. The neighbors insist to have lights on their house and their trees. And as the happy couples sip their coco and cuddle under covers, I ask myself will I ever find a worthy lover. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the one I use to know. I know I'm not alone when I say Christmas could get a little better. It's 40 in the winter and I'm starting to see change, so I take a walk to see if any thing's the same. And as I paced the winter streets I felt a beat in exchange, and from behind I heard her say in the most beautiful way she was dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the one I wanted most. It's early Christmas morning and I've given up on change. I could have sworn this was the season that my luck would rearrange, and before I left my bed a knock vibrated the floor, and like an anxious little boy I got up and ran to the door. To my surprise, it's true, he checks it twice. It was she on my list. No more silent nights, hold me tight, all is calm, all is bright