The Trains Don't Run (It's Christmas Day) - Los Campesinos!

Before the ice gritters but after the drunks

I tiptoe down the stairs to fill the stockings up

Believe me when I say «I wouldn’t have it any other way»

White snow, may turn to grey

But Christmas sky is blue, if us is me and you

Unwrapping your gifts down a Motorola on pre-pay

Because the trains don’t run, not on Christmas day

We sit in paper hats, our stomachs gorged

We vow to get drunk before we get bored