The Bank

The tree's golden needles
Strewn on the floor
All dying and feeble
Is it still Christmas behind the door?

The bottles are empty
The kitchen sink is full
Of plates and cutlery
Like floating corpses in a pool

For everybody feels for Christmas since everybody looks for joy
Will there be anybody here for us once everybody breaks his toy

Daddy's gonna wear his Bugs Bunny tie for the next two days
Jenny's gonna fly her new pretty kite in the morning grey
I guess Johnny and I will walk away

The garden's white carpet
It snowed during the night
Is waiting for my footsteps
To draw a pathway through the brambles

My heart is empty
Going through the day
Seems to hard for me
Johnny will you join me all the way?

For everybody feels for Christmas since everybody looks for joy
Will there be anybody here for us once everybody breaks his toy
Yes everybody longs for Christmas as everybody fears for love
But who will be there singing for us once everybody loses his tongue

Mummy's gonna dream of a better life near the chimney
Jenny's gonna fly her new pretty kite in the morning grey
I guess Johnny and I will walk away