Depression, Descent

When I stood by you By the Christmas tree Oh, your words were ugly You said death was on the marquee And you meant for yourself You did not mean for me And happiness came and went Depression, descent So I drove you down South to Mexico And the moon was like a peach And the beach was white as snow We were waves in the water Flying high and the tide was low When then New Year came and went Depression, descent We're watching Johnny Cash on the TV He says when you love someone you want for them to see That when they're hit you're hurt And when they're cut you bleed They arrive, cut down The Christmas trees I can't write another word About what you meant to me Though I'm sure I will For I am here And you are free Still I wish that you had stayed to see Everything you're missing And how much you're missed by me Still there's something in the feeling That love must be a light For I can feel it Even in the darkness of this night We're all imprisoned by ourselves Though there's suffering in sight Still love comes near and we're free You left so many gifts under that tree Unopened gifts under that cut-down tree