You walk me through the park where all the dark spots lit by snow
You talk me through the part as if you’re starring the show
I hate you ‘cause of the way these Gotham snowflakes lick your hair
I hate you ‘cause I need you, ‘cause I know that you don’t care
You remind me I’m no longer young

It’s the 20th of December, Santa’s looking kind of worn
The windows shine like embers and every year there’s more
I don’t think I look much older, but I’m not the one to ask
Nostalgia’s getting bolder with every day that passes
It reminds me I’m no longer young

Back then the streets were paved with light,
As if this town was built by night
And our steps like hyperspace flight,
In a universe that was ours by right

You look at me through lenses of ideas that were never mine
You’re shooting cross the trenches, in the world war of your mind
You’ve gone and hit old Sancho between the halo and the eyes
Bet he didn’t see [bad word] just the tunnel and the light

So go away and pray [bad word] back when you can cry
It’s Christmas time remember, the least you should do is try
The 90’s like the weak link in the chain around my heart
And the place I’ve built within it’s like an island off the charts
You step in like a tow [bad word]  and tear my world apart

Yawning like a housecat playing [bad word] with the mouse
You’re shouting cross the trenches to steal my peace of mind
It was you who killed the angels, you the greatest lover of all time
You’re just a petty thief now, in the universe of small crime
You remind me I’m no longer young

Back then the streets were paved with light
As if this town was built by night
And our steps like hyperspace flight,
In a universe that was ours by right