كلمات Futuristic Chrismalistic

We will never know what it is they did Three hundred years simply disappeared They put everything on to computers Now there’s no way for us to turn them on We will wonder what they did each year Myths of Christmas, the fat man and baby boy Strange food, old songs, trees brought inside the house It’s hard to imagine now that we live underground We have nothing in this bunker Hold on though we have each other There’s no singing underground Hold on let’s make joyful sounds Lamps are cold and often flicker Hold my hand we’ll light each other Hope is stolen home is nowhere Hold on though our love is stronger