| Song | Christmas Nights in Blue |
| Artist | Trans-Siberian Orchestra |
| Album | The Lost Christmas Eve |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : O'Neill, Pitrelli | |
| Just another night in | |
| New York City | |
| Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
| Don’t know how but suddenly there you are | |
| With Jelly | |
| Roll Morton playin’ for the bar | |
| Inside here, lights are low | |
| But each song has its own glow | |
| As he floats them through that smoky air | |
| You just can’t believe he’s really there | |
| How old is he, cannot say | |
| But claims he taught cab calloway | |
| And on this night | |
| I somehow believe him | |
| Knows every song that | |
| Christmas got | |
| Even ones my brain has dropped | |
| Just him and that old fir tree | |
| All lit up this night | |
| Electric blue | |
| Just another night in | |
| New York City | |
| Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
| Can’t believe but suddenly there you are | |
| Talking with strangers sittin’ cross the bar | |
| Suddenly, all are laughin’ | |
| This night’s smart, always craftin’ | |
| Building bridges nearly everywhere | |
| Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs | |
| Outside the colored lights they bleed | |
| For snow is white and colors need | |
| As it just comes down like pure salvation | |
| It offers all its amnesty | |
| And makes your neighbor different see | |
| By the light of that fir tree | |
| And this old bar | |
| Electrified in blue | |
| I gotta drop dead simple, childhood view of salvation | |
| Perhaps that’s how it was always meant to be | |
| And the more | |
| I add up all this information | |
| It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me | |
| So you look around till you find a phone | |
| Then you call your mom and everyone at home | |
| And the bar looks on and they start to cheer | |
| When you talk to folks you haven’t seen in years | |
| And the snow comes down and the children play | |
| And they pray to | |
| God, it never goes away | |
| And a childhood prayer should never be denied | |
| As the night rolls on till it’s carolized | |
| CarolizedCarolized | |
| CarolizedCarolized | |
| And on this tree the lights are done | |
| But the colors here are down one | |
| I guess it kind of fits the situation | |
| Ornaments still shining bright | |
| Watch them glitter in the light | |
| Just this old fir tree and me | |
| All lit up this night | |
| Electric blue |
| zuo qu : O' Neill, Pitrelli | |
| Just another night in | |
| New York City | |
| Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
| Don' t know how but suddenly there you are | |
| With Jelly | |
| Roll Morton playin' for the bar | |
| Inside here, lights are low | |
| But each song has its own glow | |
| As he floats them through that smoky air | |
| You just can' t believe he' s really there | |
| How old is he, cannot say | |
| But claims he taught cab calloway | |
| And on this night | |
| I somehow believe him | |
| Knows every song that | |
| Christmas got | |
| Even ones my brain has dropped | |
| Just him and that old fir tree | |
| All lit up this night | |
| Electric blue | |
| Just another night in | |
| New York City | |
| Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
| Can' t believe but suddenly there you are | |
| Talking with strangers sittin' cross the bar | |
| Suddenly, all are laughin' | |
| This night' s smart, always craftin' | |
| Building bridges nearly everywhere | |
| Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs | |
| Outside the colored lights they bleed | |
| For snow is white and colors need | |
| As it just comes down like pure salvation | |
| It offers all its amnesty | |
| And makes your neighbor different see | |
| By the light of that fir tree | |
| And this old bar | |
| Electrified in blue | |
| I gotta drop dead simple, childhood view of salvation | |
| Perhaps that' s how it was always meant to be | |
| And the more | |
| I add up all this information | |
| It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me | |
| So you look around till you find a phone | |
| Then you call your mom and everyone at home | |
| And the bar looks on and they start to cheer | |
| When you talk to folks you haven' t seen in years | |
| And the snow comes down and the children play | |
| And they pray to | |
| God, it never goes away | |
| And a childhood prayer should never be denied | |
| As the night rolls on till it' s carolized | |
| CarolizedCarolized | |
| CarolizedCarolized | |
| And on this tree the lights are done | |
| But the colors here are down one | |
| I guess it kind of fits the situation | |
| Ornaments still shining bright | |
| Watch them glitter in the light | |
| Just this old fir tree and me | |
| All lit up this night | |
| Electric blue |
| zuò qǔ : O' Neill, Pitrelli | |
| Just another night in | |
| New York City | |
| Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
| Don' t know how but suddenly there you are | |
| With Jelly | |
| Roll Morton playin' for the bar | |
| Inside here, lights are low | |
| But each song has its own glow | |
| As he floats them through that smoky air | |
| You just can' t believe he' s really there | |
| How old is he, cannot say | |
| But claims he taught cab calloway | |
| And on this night | |
| I somehow believe him | |
| Knows every song that | |
| Christmas got | |
| Even ones my brain has dropped | |
| Just him and that old fir tree | |
| All lit up this night | |
| Electric blue | |
| Just another night in | |
| New York City | |
| Snow comes down, looks real pretty | |
| Can' t believe but suddenly there you are | |
| Talking with strangers sittin' cross the bar | |
| Suddenly, all are laughin' | |
| This night' s smart, always craftin' | |
| Building bridges nearly everywhere | |
| Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs | |
| Outside the colored lights they bleed | |
| For snow is white and colors need | |
| As it just comes down like pure salvation | |
| It offers all its amnesty | |
| And makes your neighbor different see | |
| By the light of that fir tree | |
| And this old bar | |
| Electrified in blue | |
| I gotta drop dead simple, childhood view of salvation | |
| Perhaps that' s how it was always meant to be | |
| And the more | |
| I add up all this information | |
| It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me | |
| So you look around till you find a phone | |
| Then you call your mom and everyone at home | |
| And the bar looks on and they start to cheer | |
| When you talk to folks you haven' t seen in years | |
| And the snow comes down and the children play | |
| And they pray to | |
| God, it never goes away | |
| And a childhood prayer should never be denied | |
| As the night rolls on till it' s carolized | |
| CarolizedCarolized | |
| CarolizedCarolized | |
| And on this tree the lights are done | |
| But the colors here are down one | |
| I guess it kind of fits the situation | |
| Ornaments still shining bright | |
| Watch them glitter in the light | |
| Just this old fir tree and me | |
| All lit up this night | |
| Electric blue |