Christmas Streets from Footpaths by The Bone Folders

You came to me, when you weren’t thinking
Like a gift that I was bound to return
Still I held the hope that your passion would need me
That the fuel in your freplace would burn

I always knew one day, that you’d be leaving
So I never tried to stand in your way
But now the rooms in this house, are so empty and quiet
Just like streets on Christmas Day

For seven years, you said that you weren’t living here
Yet so many nights you would cling to me with your life
But when I saw that shiny house key, that you slipped under the door
It speared through my heart like a knife

I always knew one day, that you’d be leaving
So I never tried to stand in your way
But now the rooms in this house, are so empty and quiet
Just like streets on Christmas Day
Like streets on Christmas Day

• Rock
• indie rock pop
• Melbourne