This Time
It’s ours this time and it’s ours to make
it’s ours to build and it’s ours to break
It’s ours to fiddle and it’s ours to play
It’s ours to protect and it’s ours to stay
It’s ours this time, so you better not cry
You better not laugh, and you better not die
You better not run, and you better not hide
You better prepare for a big surprise
This Time (x3)
Everybody scream and everybody shout
Gonna get dressed and we’re gonna get out
We’re making Christmas
When the clock strikes 12 and our time is up
We’ll all take a drink from an empty cup
We’re making Christmas
This Time (x3)
Life is good, we all get on well
How’re we doing, it’s too early to tell
We’re making Christmas
The full moons high, in a carnival sky
Give us a kiss, then say goodbye
We’re Making Christmas
This Time (x3)
This time is ours and no one can take away the thrill
Clock stop ticking and the dogs are howling on the hill
And the barn fire’s burning, and the glowing sparks are lighting up the sky
The night is alive, and I feel so crazy I could cry.
I find no solace in the empty words
the time is borrowed from another world
and it’s time to call out the boys and girls
This time, this time
This Time (x3)
(Source: fuckyeahelfmanboingo)
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