Perfect lives for all my friends
Is all I'm wishing for and maybe
You to reappear and take me
To a perfect world you made me
You see

You see these days a country change
Ain't cutting it – it's all gone to
It's all high-speed entropy and danger
Sky-bound on a string of reindeer

So I could listen to Sinéad O'Connor and cry
Or I could spend my Friday night with the cinema guy who says, 'Work it!'
A real confidence boost if you dig recycled moves
And secondhand lines

While I'm just waiting for the right time
To tell you I got it all wrong
And when I swing on by Valencia to bring the rest of my life back here
Will you come along?
(My Little Red-Star Honey)

So I'll survive December by
Remembering the tangerine
You offered me and how spring tasted
On your lips, all heartbreak-wasted
And get caught up in

Get caught up in some new rut
Some microcosm so far flung from
All that matters anymore
So cold inside this new Cold War, so

He towers over me and holds me firmly in place
With zero patience and he wins what isn't a race
Sleeping beauty with a silk eye mask on his face, and in the morning
I kiss him off and call him: disappointing

'Cause I know there'll never be a right time
And our intersection's in the past
And I could swing on by Valencia, bring you a red rose I picked out here
It would never last

So now it's Christmastime in Athens
Step off your pretty carousel
I'll hang a bright red star atop my tree if you'll sing a Christmas carol for me
Sing 'Fare Thee Well, My Little Red-Star Honey'.