As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree

This afternoon with you is something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me it reminds me that
Someday it’s gonna end

And when you pass on oh God I bet you miss your friends
As simple as a breeze tugging hard upon the sail
Been moving through these streets forever

From Istanbul to Amsterdam
As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree

This afternoon with you is something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me it reminds me that
Someday it’s gonna end
And when you pass on oh God I bet you miss your friends