SATURDAY

I love Christmas... I love parties... I love presents.
I know... Christmas is not about presents...
But bet you didn't know Christmas in not about Jesus either...
In fact, Christmas is all about bonfires..
And dreams coming true...

I want to be taken to someplace higher...
But I never get taken anywhere higher...
In fact, I never get what I pray for...
I could pray for less or a whole lot more...
It wouldn't matter 'cause I'd never get it anyway

The keys to the vaults of Heaven may be buried somewhere in a prayer...
The keys to the vaults of Heaven may be heard in a child's laughter...
The keys to the vaults of Heaven may be heard in our desperate cries...
The keys to the vaults of Heaven may be seen in her eyes...
The keys to the vaults of Heaven may be hidden in a sweet kiss...

My nights have been growing darker...
Even darker now than sin...
I've got to find the keys and open up the vaults...
The glories are there within...

Will she ever kiss me again?