Space Christmastime Continuum Songtext
von Beta Radio

At Christmas time
Robbers dressed as cops
With pizza guys at your door

A mother′s instinct
Comes on mid-flight
Remembering what's been ignored

Flights are all booked
Phone lines down
The polka band moving van
Takes you back

You want it to rest and
To stay in the past but
That Christmas ghost
Comes back
You want it to rest and
To stay in the past but
That Christmas ghost
Comes back


Or holy rhyme
That you will sing
Whenever you find
That somewhere
Somehow
You′ve got yourself unraveled from traveling
Unstuck from space and time

And then propelled into
Nightmares of misers
Three Christmas ghosts arose

At Christmas time
All your holiest stories
Told by stop motion toys

But the presence
The present tense is the gift
You give and have no less

You want it to rest
But the ghost of Christmas past
Comes back to you on TBS


Do you have a hymn
Or Christmas Eve rhyme
That you're gonna sing
Whenever you find
That somewhere
Somehow
You've got yourself unraveled from traveling
Unstuck from space and time

And then propelled into silver and gold
And to stories made holy when told and retold
Cold wind blows you inside
Lost keys reside in snow
Yet the vibrant always arise
Beside the abominable

And Christmas lights may be twinkling
At Christmastime
There′s a feeling
That feels deep and in-between
At Christmastime
There′s a feeling
That feels like being deep and in-between
At Christmastime
There's a feeling
Like being deep and being in-between