Текст песни A-ha — A King of Christmas Card

All you folks back home
I’ll never tell you this
You’re not supposed to know
Where your daughter is
There are ways of life
You never understood It’s right here
Downtown Hollywood
It’s afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
I’ve got a stolen moment trying hard
To write a kind of Christmas card
But I am burning out again
Tonight there is fever in my veins
Mama, dear All the love you gave
I guess there’s really nothing
Nothing much to save
This place is as steardy as I feel myself
There are still some riches At the Roosevelt
That evening prayer
Those memories In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
That’s where I am at Down in Los Angeles
And I am burning out again
And I must rise above the shame
Tonight there is fever in my veins
Just think of thr girl I used to be
You were my age once, mama twenty-three
I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
From that summer of love in ’68 Seems it’s turned into a winter of hate And I am burning out again