Murder by Mistletoe - The Felice Brothers

I’ll call my carrier pigeons home

From a window where I stand alone

I’ll draw the blinds and fall asleep

In an attic full of make-believe

Where carolers sing below

With bells in the falling snow

Their shadows against the white

On streets of electric light

At the bar I’ll watch the news awhile

Just to see the anchor woman smile

On a stage I’ll sing an Elvis song

Just to hear the barmaids sing along

Mirrors and razor blades

Christmas eve parades

A murder by mistletoe

Drunks in the falling snow

She left him by the night arcade

And turned his heart into a spade

He turned that lovely blue eyed Jane

To a homicide on Campbell Lane

Hearing the sirens croon

In a familiar room

Laying with last year’s love

High as the moon above