Post-Holiday Blues Lyrics

Outside your apartment

January snow falling slow

Though I'm freezing to death

I still just couldn't bring myself

To knock

Twinkle lights still up inside

Right by the fire we sat beside

When you first looked into my eyes

And told me that it's never felt

So right

What am I to do without

Your happy, pretty voice, and how

Could you really leave me now?

Take down the final stocking

Now we aren't talking

And I'm left with

The post-holiday blues

Oxford Street lit up by smiles

Bundled up lovers with glossy eyes

At least we tried to deck the halls

In such a pretty place to fall

Apart

What am I to do without

Your happy, pretty voice, and how

Could you really leave me now?

Take down the final stocking

Now we aren't talking

And I'm left with

The post-holiday blues

Pack it up, the season's through

Reality swiftly returns

Was it just the joy of Christmastime

That tricked you into wanting to

Be mine?