A Kind Of Christmas Card Songtext
von Morten Harket

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... 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
See this place
Is as dirty 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 the 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
Inside I must rise above the pain
Tonight there'll be fever on my veins
Tonight there is fever in my veins

Summer of love
Winter of hate