story behind the song: the reclothing of Saturnalia resurrected as a Christian holiday. Since Rudolph and friends have taken over, i suppose its back to a pagan holiday anyway.
Lyrics
thoughts hang empty
like the blackened stone
whispering in woolen ears
dreams lie heavy
on their beds alone
wimpering in their fear
another day to be that one
nobody wants to know
another day to face the son
knowing how his story goes
bring out your dread
the right to be afraid
the butchery of your faith
words once read
or claimed to have been said
altered and written in place
another day to be that one
nobody wants to know
another day to face the son
knowing how his story goes
got to keep that holiday
call it his birthday now
make you follow all the new ways
not much has changed anyhow
got to keep that holiday
call it his birthday now
make you follow all the new ways
not much has changed from then to now
socks hang empty
on the hearth at home
filled with the presents of years
gifts of memory
wrapped in the foam
of waves of laughter and tears
another day to be that one
nobody wants to know
another day to face the son
knowing how his story goes
got to keep that holiday
call it his birthday now
make you follow all the new ways
not much has changed anyhow
got to keep that holiday
call it his birthday now
make you follow all the new ways
not much has changed ...
from then to now
