slay bells ring and popcorn strings are buried in the sand
with christmas lights on palm trees nights
its winter, the best i can tell.
it never snows down here but i think it might get cold enough this year
to turn blue skies grey
lets get out of here...
lets get out of here
two points unknown
wrap up all your plans in a bright red bow
and the greatest gift isnt under trees
its whichever one brings you back to me