Blue Lamp - Anders Jormin, Lena Willemark, Karin Nakagawa & Jon Fält

There was no message to be found Anywhere in sight, inside or out I had looked everywhere but the only lamp Left on in the house, was a blue light A blue light I was not ready, I'm no enchantress And I was too proud Go find some Christmas angel Then give that to her If that's what she wants guardian angel, guardian If you were wiser you would get out Downstairs the big old house is mine Upstairs where the stars still laugh and they shine Downstairs where the big old house is mine Where [Incomprehensible] stars still laugh And stars still laugh and shine And the stars still laugh and cry and shine And the stars still laugh and cry and shine And the stars still laugh and shine and shine Don't listen to her, listen through her And some Christmas angel Freedom, well give that to her Oh, if that's what she wants, guardian angel, guardian If you were wiser you would get out And the light that shines through the shining night Is a lamp that I carried from my mother's home And the light that burns through the window pane and the love remains And the light that shines through the shining night Is a lamp that I carried from my mother's home And the guardian of your challenge does not cry

Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun Love is our destiny All she had to confess Is it the road of choice? Is it our hand of chance? Are we not meant to see What is our cruelty? Who decides what we are When all we have is ourselves Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun Love is our destiny All she had to confess Is it the road of choice? Is it our hand of chance? Are we not meant to see What is our cruelty? Who decides what we are When all we have is ourselves Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun Lamp lady selling tangerines, and With the loving eyes of God Drift back to the sun