Tuning Out... - Bastille

O holy night the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of your dear saviour’s birth

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

Till he appeared and the soul felt it’s worth

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees oh hear the angel voices

O night divine

O night that leads to morn

Fall on your knees oh hear the angel voices

O night divine

O night when Christ was born

O night, O holy night

O night divine

Hold me in your arms

Hold me in your arms

I’ll be buried here with you

And I’ll hold in these hands

All that remains