Baby brown, I think I need you nowTo put me down and help me lift me upYour shaking bones in my telephoneNo good for anyoneBaby brown, so you think you know me nowYou tell me how and show me everythingYour wandering mind and your restless kindI want you here to make some soundOh, silent nightOh, holy nightBaby brown, now you’re more than you mean to beYou’re mean to me you take away from meMy shaking bones in your telephoneDon’t you hear that soundOh, silent nightOh, holy nightOh, silent nightOh, there’s a hole in the nightOh, silent nightOh, holy nightOh, silent nightOh, there’s a hole in the night