I walk back home
You´re all alone
The ivy´s grown
It´s Christmas eve
I brought some wine

It tastes like shite
But it provides
The spark we need

Come on, let´s fight
Don´t be polite
You know the knife
That cuts me deep
You treat me tough
We call it love
But it´s your blood
I´m gonna bleed

Emm-mm-mm

I draw a crowd
I sing so loud
To make you proud

But you don´t see
I show my flaws
The crowd applauds
But I´m not sure
It´s meant for me

I have become
My father´s son
You always wanted
Me to be
I treat you tough
We call it love
But it´s my blood
You´re gonna bleed

Emm-mm-mm

Now I´m all grown up

And I´m all tough
Is it your love that I still need?
´Cause it´s your blood
It´s your blood
It´s your blood
That I still bleed