[Verse 1]

There you are
Impossibly small
Head grown flat
From staring at a wall
And so quiet
Just listening to the phone calls

Here I am
I bear no gifts
No myrrh, or gold
Or frankincense
It seems like
The greatest of social faux pas

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Cos though this is a bed
And not a manger
And we are two
Not three

I walked in thinking
I was gonna save you
But now I see that you'll
Save me