Now there's snow in the airnWhich something happens occasionally over herenLike a postcard sent from far awaynFrom a very different timenWhere skateboarding was still a primenNow the darkness surrounds Christmas daynnAnd it's not about the presentsnAnd it's not about foodnAnd it's not about that guy who dies from sinnNow the streets are fluorescent, puts us all in a shopping moodnIn the end, you'll see that everybody winsnn'Cause the sun turns at Christmas timenAnd there's light at the end of the tunnelnIt's the end of the beginning, the beginning of the endnSomething so dark and now the future looks so brightnnLittle further north, it's even worse on the 4thnOf February, some people still haven't seen the sunnSo it's not to complain, though it's pretty dark, it's not in vainnWhen the sun comes, we know it's almost donennAnd it's not about the presentsnAnd it's not about foodnAnd it's not about that guy who dies of sinnNow the streets are fluorescent, puts us all in a shopping moodnIn the end, you'll see that everybody winsnn'Cause the sun turns at Christmas timenAnd there's light at the end of the tunnelnIt's the end of the beginning, the beginning of the endnSomething so dark and now the future looks so brightnnBut it's not about the presents nAnd it's not about foodnAnd it's not about that guy who dies of sinnNow the streets are fluorescent, puts us all in a shopping moodnIn the end, you'll see that everybody winsnn'Cause the sun turns at Christmas timenAnd there's light at the end of the tunnel (and it never goes out)nIt's the end of the beginning, the beginning of the endnSomething so dark and now the future looks so bright