A Christmas story
Filled with mistletoes and games
Only lovers play
A Christmas story
Filled with mistletoes and games
Only lovers play
It’s an enigma
The voodoo I spin on you
Turns us inside out

Two beings trapped on
An island of butterflies
Singing sad love songs
I remember when
I would dance alone with you
On my mind all night

Almond milk kisses
On a matcha latte noon
With a side of toast

I have a secret
Lover who I can call on
To clean my dishes
I see a mean grinch
A boy whose never felt loved
Knows nothing of love
Nothing else mattered
For he took comfort in her
Fire and lightning
A curious room
Filled will techno-pop lovers
On a funky track
Can’t keep my hands off
Your body of a goddess
When our breath turns gold