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?
Somehow
Somehow
Somehow
