It's okay to have scars   They will make you who you are   It's okay to have fear   Because that means you aren't scared of coming here   And in the middle of the night   So if you'll want to talk   Because you know that I want to talk too   It's not bad of you to think of what might go wrong   But you can't blame me for secretly hoping that I will prove you wrong   It's okay that I pray that you will miss your flight   And have to stay with me another night      It's brutal it's brutal    Why cant you see   It's brutal it's brutal   What have you be   Because we are far apart   And my lonely heart   Finds it hard to get through the night   You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light   You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light      When we are out in the market   And out on the streets   I've got a pocket full of problems   And a pocket full of seeds    Hoping something might grow out of this misletoe   And I won't have to erase your memory      I like the way that our arguements stop when we fall asleep   And the way that body feels when it's wrapped around me   And I'd like it if you made it to mind my Christmas Eve   So you can hold me   And we'll watch Christmas TV      It is brutal it's brutal    Why cant you see   It's brutal it's brutal   What have you be   Because we are far apart   And my lonely heart   Finds it hard to get through the night   You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light   You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light      So come on home    Just come on home   (repeat till end)