Snowflakes fall as church bells chime

The roads are lit with blinking lights

Our Christmas tree is in its place

And we’re all here to celebrate

Clinking glasses, pink champagne

As they try not to speak your name

They know I’ll hurt and maybe cry

And think back to the day you died

That nine-eleven morning blast

Not yet buried in my past

Last year at Christmas we had danced

And rushed into a wild romance

I can’t bring myself to forget

Your eyes, your mouth, the day we met

They never found you in the mess

I still hope…I’m crazy…I confess

Though it’s clear that you are gone

I stare at the door, run to the phone

Smile through my tears, put on an act

Though I know you’re never coming back

I know you’re never coming back.