Christmas

Did you ever see the faces of children
They get so excited
Waking up on christmas morning
Hours before the winter sun's ignited
They believe in dreams and all they mean
Including heavens generosity
Peeping round the door
To see what parcels are for free
In curiosity.

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved?
From the eternal grave.

Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently
And unaware of everything
Playing poxy pin ball
Picks his nose and smiles and
Pokes his tongue at everything
I believe in love
But how can men who've never seen
Light be enlightened
Only if he's cured
Will his spirits future level ever heighten.

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved?
>From the eternal grave
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?

See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me
See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me!

Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?