You're tired and you say you're angry,
You're thankful for this blessed rain,
And you think you'd know,
But your old friends have to tell you again.
Your books taught you all you know,
Your tastes and patterns and your TV shows,
But you can never follow where they won't let you go,
Sometimes it's so hard to know.
You want to display your charms,
On this bright night,
You want to display your charms,
On this bright night,
You want to display your charms,
Over these circus Christmas lights.
Your cares, your misanthropy,
Your distant gaze is missing me,
And your jewellery that's what blinded me,
From the reality.
You want to display your charms,
On this bright night,
You want to display your charms,
On this bright night,
You want to display your charms,
Over these circus Christmas lights.
Instrumental
You want to display your charms,
On this bright night,
You want to display your charms,
On this bright night,
You want to display your charms,
Over these circus Christmas lights.
Over the sea,
Over the land and the city.
Words and Music - Ricky Ross