It was a Christmas filled with hospital bills

You're on the run from the moment you stop dreaming
With the devil at your heels.
Now you feel more capable of heartbreak
With the daylight at your toes.

You wear the marks of his death in your body
With the devil at your heels.
And while your wheels are spinning in the snow
You have daylight at your toes.

But there it goes, leaking through the holes and the punctures in your palm.
It was a Christmas filled with hospital bills but little daylight.

You're reaching out for the foolish gift that dangles
With the devil at your heels.
And you can feel it taking shape in your arms now
With the daylight at your toes.

But then it goes, beaming through the walls and in the eyes of all the ones around you.

It was a Christmas filled with hospital bills but little daylight.

I feel very capable of heartbreak.