Artist: pete townshend
Song: christmas
Did you ever see the faces of the children? They get so excited
Waking up on Christmas morning, hours before the winter sun's ignited
They believe in dreams and all they mean including heavens generosity
Peeping round the door to see what parcels are for me, in curiosity
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved? From the eternal grave
Surrounded by his friends, he sits so silently, and unaware of anything
Playing proxy pin ball, picks his nose and smiles and
Pokes his tongue, and everything, I believe in dreams
But how can men who've never seen light be enlightened?
Only if he's cured, will his spirits future level ever heighten?
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved? From the eternal grave
