A KIND OF CHRISTMAS CARD MORTEN HARKET ------------------------ by Dan Karlstad 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 a kind of Christmascard CHORUS But I---am burning out again Toni---ght there is fever in my veins Mama dear all the love you gave I guess there´s really nothing nothing much to save I see this place It is dirty as I feel myself There are still som riches at the Roosevelt That evening prayer those memorise in my little bedroom, mama, on my knees That´s i´m at down in Los Angeles CHORUS And I---am burning out again And I---must rise above the shame Toni---ght there is fever in my veins Or just think of the girl I used to be You were my age once mama Twentythree I can still hear some of the songs you used to play From that summer of love in ´68 It seems it turned into a a winter of hate CHORUS And I---am burning out again It´s time i´d rise above the pain Toni---ght there is fever in my veins Toni---ght there is fever in my veins Comments? If you have some please mail me!