Johnny’s in the backyard playing with snow
Maybe he’s got the right idea, who knows?
Be the man that you wanna to be
People gonna open up, you’ll see.
I’ll go out and stand in line
To all the places you like
It’s christmas time and the snow is here
The lights are bright and the glass is clear
In the space inside I can see the imperfections
In the rooms inside I can feel the imperfections
In the space inside I can touch the imperfection
This is why I’m alive
