Just one more...
Just one more louzy Christmas day.
And then another year 'till I'll feel the pain of Christ again.

The best thing to do is to convince yourself it's imaginary,
like all those other fools do, without being aware of it.

And then, there is you... In my mind, in my body, woven through my soul, but, 
you being near me seems as far away as the sky is for kissing.

The absence of Christ will continue to torture our souls disguised as our own emotions of weakness; 
the irrational need to depend on one another.