Walking on hillside, Santa fell down a deep hole.
Banta: Are you ok?
Santa: Fine thanks!
Banta: Did you break anything?
Santa: No, theres nothing down here!
To cry is to know that youre alive
But
My river of tears has run dry I never wanted to fool you
But
A cold heart is a dead heart And it feels like I''ve been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake There ai''nt no one my soul to take If I wake before I die, rescue me with your smile. . .
