Låttexter:
Trans Siberian Orchestra The Christmas Attic

It was beautiful but There was one mystery For with all of those candles You must understand That the only one lit Was now there in his hand And there upon that Christmas

Christmas time in the middle of a city Seeking its salvation With every string of lights That suddenly appears Children stare with new found wonder No

Searching for things that we think we must own But on this evening when the year is leaving I think I would be alright if on this Christmas night I could

line No destination but it always leaves on time He buys his tickets as the train prepares to leave Don't want to miss it on this evening Christmas eve

That's another song The next letter included a receipt For one toy stuffed bear Donating it to a small thrift shop But somehow it was left there For attics

I know they're just memories Christmas past call, you and me yea Remember that old fireplace That held the room in warm embrace As we watched for Christmas

He had felt this child begin to doubt A child who should have been asleep Instead was climbing attic stairs With her solitary candle And a single Christmas

to read For somewhere on this night of nights She's looking to believe Here among the ghosts on Christmas Eve On Christmas Eve On Christmas Eve

s another song THE NEXT LETTER INCLUDED A RECEIPT FOR ONE TOY STUFFED BEAR DONATING IT TO A SMALL THRIFT SHOP BUT SOMEHOW IT WAS LEFT THERE FOR ATTICS