Christmas is coming. Like a road I'm running. All the lights reminding me there's something more I've got to give. . Bells are ringing. In my head, I'm singing.
Aquamarine. All that glitters lies beneath. Deep blue, shallow green. I won't let it go. . Aquamarine. You're my sexy little daydream. Deep blue, shallow green.
If we can't find a way to live. It's that we don't know how to give. We're breathing but with iron lungs. Speaking but in separate tongues. . Just find a way, a way to live.