Christmas Card (from Dean Street)

Hello, hello

How are you this December

I'm writing this postcard 'cause I can't remember your number

My mind is a mess but it's Christmas time

Hello, from Dean street, please, pardon my writing

Blame it on the pinot noir or the mind-blowing grief

The lights are blessing, I am a curse

But it's Christmas and I really miss you

I wish upon all of the stars in the sky

All of the shepherds and all holy nights

If this Christmas card finds you ok

Maybe Christmas could light up the way

Back to the people that we used to be

Cover the sadness in snow and maybe

If this Christmas card finds you alone

Since it's Christmas, maybe you'd let me come home

Maybe you'd let me come, home

How is the cat? Are you still into rowing?

And do you come back to where we use go? I am

Currently sat in the crown

And if you come by on a Thursday, then I'll be around

And I wish upon all of the stars in the sky

All of the shepherds and all holy nights

If this Christmas card finds you ok

Maybe Christmas could light up the way

Back to the people that we used to be

Cover the sadness in snow and maybe

If this Christmas card finds you alone

Since It's Christmas, maybe you'd let me come home

Home

Maybe you'd let me come home