Something Just Like This sing and play along

Christ mas night,

an oth er fight.

Tears we cried, a flood.

Got all kinds

of poi son in,

of poi son in my blood.

I took my feet

to Ox ford Street,

tryin' to right a wrong.

"Just walk a way,"

those win dows say,

but I can't be lieve she's gone.

When you're still wait ing for the snow to fall,

it does n't real ly feel like Christ mas at all.

Up a bove, can dles on air flick er,

oh, they flick er and they flow,

and I'm up here hold ing on to all those chan de liers of hope.

Like some drunk ard in this cit y,

I go sing ing out of tune,

sing ing how I al ways loved you,

dar ling, and I al ways will.

Oh, when you're still wait ing for the snow to fall,

it does n't real ly feel like Christ mas at all.

Still wait ing for the snow to fall,

it does n't real ly feel like Christ mas at all.

Those Christ mas lights light up the street,

down where the sea and cit y meet.

May all your trou bles soon be gone.

Oh, Christ mas lights, keep shin ing on.

Those Christ mas lights light up the street,

may be they'll bring her back to me.

Then all my trou bles will be gone.

Oh, Christ mas lights, keep shin ing on.

Those Christ mas

Oh.

Oh, Christ mas bles soon be gone.

Those Christ mas lights keep shin ing on.