The Sheikhs - Xmas with Lydia

I woke up this morning and I could already see you
Arranged in your body there and seated across me
I’m surprised at how unsurprising and
How cramped it feels in here
How cramped it feels
And when in Rome

I woke up this morning feeling chemically altered
A dry cleaned outfit, dead and hung on the wall
What is the secret process, what is the secret
The appearance of freshness
The appearance of
And when in Rome

Ohh another Xmas with Lydia
Always Xmas day

So anaesthеtise me
Let no pain advisе me
Tell me more about your ideas for a screenplay
You'd like to, you say, watch your parents decay
You tell me no no Lydia's not my real name
And when in Rome

See a million creatures trapped in your colosseum
You got ancient mod-cons you got lions now feed 'em
Blood flows and I suppose I know
What’s underneath this exquisite carapace
And when in Rome
A matching ritual for each individual
Here we sift, exchanging digital gifts
Pull me down into the yuletide
Are you a matchmaker or
An arsonist bride?
And when in Rome
And when in Rome

Lydia my dear
Lydia hear me now
Lydia my dear
Xmas time is near