Lyrics
A sky that smells like snow,
the streets are shining glass,
and on the radio plays Chris Rea —
Driving Home for Christmas,
his voice a breath of warmth in the frozen car.
Through windows, lights are dancing,
candles flicker behind the glass,
a child pulls by with a little sled,
and the wind tastes like gingerbread.
Chorus
When the silence follows autumn’s storms,
and somewhere bells begin to ring,
I feel it all returning —
this pull, this soft surrender,
as if the world grew a heart for a while.
I’m driving through my memories,
through every winter
I once hoped to find
a place to belong.
And now I know
that home’s not made of walls —
it’s someone
waiting by the doorway,
whispering: “You made it. Merry Christmas.”
Chorus (repeat)
When the silence follows autumn’s storms,
and somewhere bells begin to ring,
I feel it all returning —
this pull, this soft surrender,
as if the world grew a heart for a while.
Lyrik Darla
Musik Darla
Produziert Producer Ai
Inspiriert Weihnachten