Tuning Out...

Tuning Out... - Bastille

Oh holy night

The stars are brightly shining

It is the night of our

Dear Saviour's birth

Long lay the world in sin

And error pining

'Til he appeared and

The soul felt it's worth

A thrill of hope the

Weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new

And glorious morn

Fall on your knees

Oh hear the angel voices

Oh night divine oh night

That leads to morn

Fall on your knees

Oh hear the angel voice

Oh night divine oh night

When Christ was born

Oh night oh holy night

Oh night divine

Hold me in your arms

Hold me in your arms

I'll be buried here with you

And I'll hold in these hands

All that remains