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
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
