Woorden: Trans Siberian Orchestra. The Christmas Attic. The Ghosts Of Christmas Eve.

In this room where shadows live
And ghosts that failed learn time forgives
Welcome friends, please stay a while
Our story starts with one small child

Who spends this night in attics dark
Where dreams are stored like sleeping hearts
And so it's here that they must wait
Till someone wishes them awake

For somewhere on this night of nights
She's looking to believe
Here among the ghosts on Christmas Eve

And there near an old looking glass
There was a trunk from Christmas past
That she had somehow missed before
But now decides she will explore

It was filled with toys and one old wreath
And several letters underneath
So as the evening hours leave
The child sits down and starts to read

For somewhere on this night of nights
She's looking to believe
Here among the ghosts on Christmas Eve
On Christmas eve
On Christmas eve