oh silent night, oh holy night. the nights when you'd lie down beside me, and i'd be a beggar by a well. i'd let it all fall down, but i've never known a sense of home so well. in a sea foam covered vacant lot, i'll lay it out to fade off. oh silent night, oh holy night, the nights i hung around outside til closing time, to drive you back to your house. i'd let it all fall down, but longing's sound is dog-howl loud. and all the pretty things you said are still living in my head, but i know the silent night is dead cause it's ghost comes back and visits, and sits on the edge of my bed. yeah he just sits there, he just sits there and grins.