When you’re feeling restless and broken-hearted And you can’t spare the time for me When the lights go down in a broken downtown And your head plays dead symphonies
You say your bicycle tyres are flat and your heart’s in a mess That’s forty miles of bad road for me Will you come spend Christmas in Copenhagen? Comets fly, come escape with me
Somehow Somehow
You say your bicycle tyres are flat and your heart’s in a mess And you walk through the streets in a dream Watch the sunlight dance off a broken zoom lens And you talk in your sleep to me
So you feel so sickly and broken-hearted And you don’t ever mind for me If we don’t spend Christmas in Copenhagen Would you at least say last rites for me?
