Letra de Chris Rea Driving Home For Christmas - Now Christmas

I have it all figured out in my head, in my head
You have buried a hole in my chest
In my chest, in my chest, in my...
In my chest, in my chest, in my...

You have kept it all in your head instead
But I have made a mark outside of your hand
And I'll keep my eyes open
But I won't look out the window
Because I might see things I've read about
In a book in my room from then.

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

I have what it takes and i will have the space
and i am packing a suitcase
and i am coming with you the the west coast
but it's not my home
but they know that i'm good at keeping things

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

In my chest, in my chest, in my...
In my chest, in my chest, in my... (2x)