It's always winter where I am from
In my living room it's never warm
Despite all the red-faced joy and the gift-wrapped love
I am like a battery
Drained of all my energy
And there's no amount of sellotape
That can stick me up
Maybe in the next twelve months
There'll be the chance
To do the rounds correcting all the errors of your past
But for now my dear
All I ask of you
Is come home
And help keep my Christmas warm
The bells are ringing out for you
And the people that you barely knew
We'll give you all the wine you need
To stay drunk for days
So put on your knitted gloves
And start to make the journey up
Cos I'd rather be messed up with you
Than keep breathing clouds
Yeah I'd rather be messed up with you
Maybe in the next twelve months
There'll be the chance
To do the rounds correcting all the errors of your past
But for now my dear all I ask of you
Is come home
And help keep my Christmas warm
And as the snow starts closing in
As the days to stop begin
On my lips
There's just one thing
Come home
Oh come home
And help keep my Christmas warm
Keep my Christmas warm
Keep my Christmas warm
Oh come home
And help keep my Christmas warm.