Tuning Out... - Bastille
Oh holy night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our
Dear Saviour's birth
Long lay the world in sin
And error pining
'Til he appeared and
The soul felt it's worth
A thrill of hope the
Weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new
And glorious morn
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine oh night
That leads to morn
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voice
Oh night divine oh night
When Christ was born
Oh night oh holy night
Oh night divine
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
I'll be buried here with you
And I'll hold in these hands
All that remains