| Song | Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas |
| Artist | Okkervil River |
| Album | Don't Fall In Love With Everyone You See |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast. | |
| On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost. | |
| Take the crèche out and argue about who gets to set up the kings. | |
| And I know that it’s home because that’s where the stereo sings “ | |
| I’ve got dreams to remember.” | |
| But not even home can be with you forever. | |
| It’s Christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills to a town in a dream, where the sky is frozen and still, and a room (that’s not mine but it’s just like I left it before, with the wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the door) where | |
| I held you so tenderly, and where in summer | |
| I opened your letter to me. | |
| I’m standing where we knelt and a miracle mile now borders it, but if | |
| I turn my back and look at the field | |
| I don’t even notice it for a second. | |
| There’s a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends. | |
| And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than friends - like if we stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on sale, and how each | |
| Christmastime would bring inlaws and snowdays and holiday mail. | |
| Your dad says you’re living in | |
| Georgia since last | |
| September. | |
| Well, “I’ve got dreams to remember.” | |
| I’ve got dreams to remember. | |
| Oh Sara, come back to | |
| New Hampshire. | |
| We’ll stay here fo |
| Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast. | |
| On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost. | |
| Take the cre che out and argue about who gets to set up the kings. | |
| And I know that it' s home because that' s where the stereo sings " | |
| I' ve got dreams to remember." | |
| But not even home can be with you forever. | |
| It' s Christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills to a town in a dream, where the sky is frozen and still, and a room that' s not mine but it' s just like I left it before, with the wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the door where | |
| I held you so tenderly, and where in summer | |
| I opened your letter to me. | |
| I' m standing where we knelt and a miracle mile now borders it, but if | |
| I turn my back and look at the field | |
| I don' t even notice it for a second. | |
| There' s a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends. | |
| And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than friends like if we stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on sale, and how each | |
| Christmastime would bring inlaws and snowdays and holiday mail. | |
| Your dad says you' re living in | |
| Georgia since last | |
| September. | |
| Well, " I' ve got dreams to remember." | |
| I' ve got dreams to remember. | |
| Oh Sara, come back to | |
| New Hampshire. | |
| We' ll stay here fo |
| Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast. | |
| On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost. | |
| Take the crè che out and argue about who gets to set up the kings. | |
| And I know that it' s home because that' s where the stereo sings " | |
| I' ve got dreams to remember." | |
| But not even home can be with you forever. | |
| It' s Christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills to a town in a dream, where the sky is frozen and still, and a room that' s not mine but it' s just like I left it before, with the wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the door where | |
| I held you so tenderly, and where in summer | |
| I opened your letter to me. | |
| I' m standing where we knelt and a miracle mile now borders it, but if | |
| I turn my back and look at the field | |
| I don' t even notice it for a second. | |
| There' s a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends. | |
| And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than friends like if we stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on sale, and how each | |
| Christmastime would bring inlaws and snowdays and holiday mail. | |
| Your dad says you' re living in | |
| Georgia since last | |
| September. | |
| Well, " I' ve got dreams to remember." | |
| I' ve got dreams to remember. | |
| Oh Sara, come back to | |
| New Hampshire. | |
| We' ll stay here fo |