Hotel Books - Christmas Eve Until I Leave lyrics

December 24th is a plague at the grocery store A plague at the department stores A plague for the fatherless, childless, and emotionally torn But a time to celebrate the cold waves coming in The birth of a child, the removal of sin, the rebirth of a mile Chance this store will wipe of hot chocolate and spiked eggnog So we can let God remind us that we all mean something Maybe the pain of childbirth was only made so the birth of our savior would feel the same as the birth of our behavior that lead to our negativity Point blank I know I've sank I know the Billboard charts don't reflect the same up and coming success we all thought we'd hear With almost happy here with fear that doesn't hurt me Because it's fake just like the way I told my lover I'll love you if you don't desert me Maybe Christmas isn't about us and that's why our New Years resolutions seem so empty Maybe none on us know what this is about at all And the attacks we make to the offenses we take are simply our way of trying to make our opinions into policies Because learning to change might be a worse pain than the Virgin Mary pushing out a raisin to keep our family together Maybe the cold weather, maybe Uncle Sam's wallet feeling better are all signs that we've missed the point We've broken every joint Maybe every night deserve a little silence, not just the one weekend of the year When half of us cheer for the sake of our grandparents, pretend to still be Catholic Maybe a silent night is a reminder of the silence we should let into our minds Maybe a silent night is the silence we should make when somebody else is speaking Maybe the silence is the silence we should take when someone else is bleeding rather than telling them that they wouldn't be a victim of that pain if they did something differently Maybe the silence is a reminder of the silence we can take when our opinions outweigh our thought process Maybe we should stop repacking lies and calling them gossip Maybe we should stop making that gossip our headlines Maybe we'd feel fine if every time December 25th came around, we didn't have to lie just to feel like the end of our year was worth living the other 11 months Maybe a silent night is a reminder to be silent Maybe we're on the hot seat, maybe this doesn't mean anything Maybe we shrink and eliminate love because at the end of the day, a holy day isn't about us But if there's one thing the human race has become good at, it's taking anything and making it self-serving