Lights - John Mark McMillan

Our days are gifts

Wrapped up in nights

In lonely abyss

Our bodies burn bright

'Cause the one is talkin' to us

And it sounds like God and Christmas

We’ve lost some friends

People we loved

But life it won’t quit

We flitter in the floods

And one calls to who you are

And it sounds like Christmas and God

And it sounds like Christmas and God

The lights on the tree

They don’t go out

They don’t go out

For you and me

The lights on the tree

They don’t go out

They don’t go out

For you and me

(For you and me)

There are some things that happened to you

You know I would face, I wish they weren’t true

But home is here where you are

With me and Christmas and God

The lights on the tree

They don’t go out

They don’t go out

For you and me

The lights on the tree

They don’t go out

They don’t go out

For you and me

For you and me

For you and me

For you and for me

They don’t go out

Oh, they don’t go out, no

They don’t go out

They don’t go out

They don’t go out

For you and me

Oh no, they don’t go out

For you and me

They don’t go out

Oh, oh