Spektr: Christmas day, city streets Hustle and bustle on the cold concrete
Gruelle: Cold wind, cold snow Cold faces with places to go
Bred: Up, down, all over town Wearing coats, wearing frowns
Gruelle: 'Tis the season of yuletide cheer
Bred, Spektr and Gruelle: But you won't find it here
On the cold, cold streets of a cold, cold town Everyone's on their own With the cold snow blowin' all around Chilling you to the bone In the fading light Between day and night going home Through the cold, cold streets of the city
Spektr: Walking through a sea of blank stares No one sees, no one cares
Gruelle: No one's out unless they have to be So everyone is here unhappily
Bred: Fingers numb, teeth chattering Bundled up in clothes unflattering
Gruelle: So cold it feels like death So cold you can see your breath
Bred, Spektr and Gruelle: Ahhh
On the cold, cold streets of a cold, cold town Everyone's on their own With the cold snow blowin' all around Chilling you to the bone In the fading light Between day and night going home Through the cold, cold streets of the city
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-ooh
Spektr: The cold, cold streets of the city
All: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-ooh
Spektr: The cold, cold streets of the city
Match Girl: I'm a match girl, I'm a natural Been selling since I was seven Little match girl, I'm that girl I'm ten now, going on eleven I've got matches, who wants matches They're selling for just a penny
Come on up, I'm super friendly Honestly I've got too many 'Cause if I can't sell them all Dad says don't come back at all Luckily I grew up on these Cold, cold streets of the city
Bred, Spektr and Gruelle: I dream of home I dream of home A warm fire burning A warm fire burning Dinner in the oven Maybe a muffin My pulse returning
Match Girl: I dream of home
Bred, Spektr and Gruelle: I dream of home
Match Girl: But the catch is
Bred, Spektr and Gruelle: I dream of home I dream of home
Match Girl: That I gotta sell these matches
Bred, Spektr and Gruelle (Match Girl): On the cold, cold streets of a cold, cold town (I'm a match girl, I'm a natural, Been selling since I was seven) Everyone's on their own (Little match girl, I'm that girl, I'm ten now, going on eleven) With the cold snow blowin' all around (I've got wants matches, who wants matches, they're selling for just a penny) Chilling you to the bone (Come on up I'm super friendly, honestly I've got too many) In the fading light ('Cause if I can't sell them all) Between day and night going home, through the (Dad says don't come back at all, Luckily I grew up on these)
All: Cold, cold, cold, cold streets of the city
