What child is this who laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping This is the Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh Come peasant king to own Him The King of kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone Him This is the Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary This is the Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary Mary This is the Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary

What child is this that lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthem sweet And shepherd's watch are keeping This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherd's guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him love The babe, the son of Mary So bring him incense, gold and myrrh Come peasant king to honour him The king of kings salvation brings Let loving arms enthrone him This, this is Christ the king Whom shepherd's guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him love The babe, the son of Mary This, this is Christ the king Whom shepherd's guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him love The babe, the son of Mary

Sittin' there wrapped up tight in your flannel button-up With your arms around me Watchin' those flames dance high where nobody could find us Oh, but you sure found me Yeah, we were lightin' that fire Heatin' up the sky like a July rocket No, we never got tired We'd stay up all night and watch it Burn Like whiskey in my glass Even though it's sittin' on ice It's always gonna burn Little too hot real fast Like when you were mine, yeah That's the thing about your memory It's keeping me warm, but it's killing me Every time I think about you now Even though our love died out It's always gonna burn, burn, burn Riding 'round rag top down Little beach town Weekend on the water Under that gold moonshine Your lips on mine Couldn't get no hotter Yeah, we were soakin' it up Buzzin' on love and margaritas When I see the sand and the sun The salt in the air, I swear, I feel the Burn Like whiskey in my glass Even though it's sittin' on ice It's always gonna burn Little too hot real fast Like when you were mine, yeah That's the thing about your memory It's keeping me warm, but it's killing me Every time I think about you now Even though our love died out It's always gonna burn, burn, burn, yeah Hmm, it's always gonna burn just like this whiskey It's always gonna burn and make me wonder if you miss me That's the thing about your memory It's keeping me warm, but it's killing me Baby, when I think about you now Even though our love died out It's always gonna burn, burn, burn It's always gonna burn, burn, burn

I'm not supposed to be thinking 'bout you, lying here in this bed Too much has gone wrong and we should move on That's what we both said There's a million reasons why we said goodbye Why we couldn't try, couldn't fight for it anymore Put your ring in the back of the dresser drawer And we closed that door So why am I 2 A.M. pickin' up my phone And you're standin' in my porch light Backsliding Wearin' your old t-shirt in the mornin', it feels so right Backsliding We say we won't, But then we do the same old thing fallin' right back in Say it's gonna be the last time Backsliding, I'm backsliding Backsliding, I'm backsliding Well, I heard that you've been hangin' around with someone new Yeah, word gets around in such a small town Bet you heard I'm seein' someone too There's a million reasons why we should be happy Not lookin' back, livin' in the past anymore But they ain't addin' up, I guess they ain't enough 'Cause here I am At 2 A.M. pickin' up my phone And you're standin' in my porch light Backsliding Wearin' your old t-shirt in the mornin', it feels so right Backsliding We say we won't, but then We do the same old thing fallin' right back in Say it's gonna be the last time Backsliding, I'm backsliding Backsliding, I'm backsliding And we keep pushing, pulling back, sliding Pushing, pulling, slipping back, sliding I keep asking myself, keep asking myself Why do I need you and nobody else? If we're not meant to be then why do we keep backsliding? And why am I 2 A.M. pickin' up my phone And you're standin' in my porch light Backsliding Wearin' your old t-shirt in the mornin', it feels so right Backsliding We say we won't, oh but then we do, yeah The same old thing fallin' right back in Say it's gonna be the last time Backsliding, I'm backsliding Yeah, yeah I'm backsliding, yeah Backsliding Why do we keep backsliding? I can't help it, I'm backsliding I need you, I'm back sliding Why do we keep backsliding? Backsliding Backsliding Backsliding Backsliding