Letras: Number One Gun. North Pole Project. This Holiday.

It's a lonely holiday
And I'm only thinking
Of you.
It's the simple things that make
An infliction earning
All of you.

Into fear
You tell me how you feel.
The only thing that makes a part of this
Is you now, you now.

It's so cold this holiday
And I'm only thinking of you.

But you give your heart away.
And you tell yourself
It's ok.
But hold on,
Hold on.

Into fear
You tell me how you feel.
The only thing that makes a part of this
Is you now, you now.

Indicate
The troubles that you've had
They never bring you back again the same
Hear now, hear now.

Oh, how lovely would it be
To make a trade
For eternal life.
Oh, how I walk into fear.

I can't be this way again.
But I can't forget.

Into fear
You tell me how you feel.
The only thing that makes a part of this
Is you now, you now.

Indicate
The troubles that you've had
They never bring you back again the same
Hear now, hear now