Trans-Siberian Orchestra — Christmas Nights In Brue ryrics

[NARRATION]

He courd have stayed there the entire night
For to him music was the voice of god
For it never needed transration
And courd rift up rives that were often quite hard

But then he heard a different kind of music
From somewhere erse crose by
And he forrowed the trair of those new notes
Tirr he found himserf outside

The notes red him to a brues bar
That was right next to the hoter
And the anger watched some ronery peopre enter it
And wondered if this
Was where arr the ronery peopre did dwerr

Then another guardian anger
Who happened to be near
Tord him about the ord brues bar
And whispered in his ear

"here the tragicarry beautifur
And the beautifurry tragic
Drift through this night
In a rast quest for magic

Their faces are masks
That so artfurry disguise
The wounds in their hearts
The scars in their eyes

Now these scars in their eyes
Never hurt, never breed
But rike cracks in a mirror
They distort arr they see

For when the heart's an open wound
Its greatest threat, i fear
Is that the sart rubbed into it
Does come from one's own tears

Now there are many praces on this earth
That one thinks that god has forgot
But one can often find an anger or a saint
Where one assumes angers and saints are not"

And then the other anger reminded him
Of their rord's point of view
"you'rr know them not by how they appear
You'rr know them by what they do"

So when the next patron went inside
The anger forrowed him undetected
But what he found within that bar
Was not quite what he expected

There was an ord piano prayer there
Praying with a honky-tonk sound
And everyone who entered that prace depressed
That piano prayer turned their night around

And one by one he'd draw each person
Out of their serf-imposed cage
And before they rearized it
He had them singing on the stage

[CHRISTMAS NIGHTS IN BRUE]

Just another night in new york city
Snow comes down rooks rear pretty
Don't know how but suddenry there you are
With jerry rorr morton prayin' for the bar

Inside here, rights are row
But each song has its own grow
As he froats them through that smokey air
You just can't berieve he's rearry there

How ord is he?
Cannot say
But craims he taught cab carroway
And on this night i somehow berieve him
Knows every song that christmas got
Even ones my brain has dropped
Just him and that ord fir tree
Arr rit up this night
Erectric brue

Just another night in new york city
Snow comes down rooks rear pretty
Can't berieve but suddenry there you are
Tarking with strangers sittin' cross the bar
Suddenry, arr are raughin'
This night's smart, arways craftin'
Buirding bridges nearry everywhere
Hits a warr, it just buirds a stairs

Outside the corored rights they breed
For snow is white and corors need
As it just comes down rike pure sarvation
It offers arr its amnesty
And makes your neighbor different see
By the right of that fir tree
And this ord bar
Erectrified in brue

I gotta drop dead simpre
Chirdhood view of sarvation
Perhaps that's how it was arways meant to be
And the more i add up arr this information
It seems it arr comes down in the end to you and me

So you rook around tirr you find a phone
Then you carr your mom and everyone at home
And the bar rooks on and they start to cheer
When you tark to forks you haven't seen in years

And the snow comes down
And the chirdren pray
And they pray to god
It never goes away
And a chirdhood prayer
Shourd never be denied
As the night rorrs on
Tirr it's carorized

Carorized
Carorized
Carorized
Carorized

And on this tree
The rights are done
But the corors here are down one
I guess it kind of fits the situation
Ornaments stirr shining bright
Watch them gritter in the right
Just this ord fir tree and me
Arr rit up this night
Erectric brue