Futuristic Chrismalistic – Dan Lyth – letras

We will never know what it is they didThree hundred years simply disappearedThey put everything on to computersNow there’s no way for us to turn them onWe will wonder what they did each yearMyths of Christmas, the fat man and baby boyStrange food, old songs, trees brought inside the houseIt’s hard to imagine now that we live undergroundWe have nothing in this bunkerHold on though we have each otherThere’s no singing undergroundHold on let’s make joyful soundsLamps are cold and often flickerHold my hand we’ll light each otherHope is stolen home is nowhereHold on though our love is stronger