This Time

It’s ours this time, and it’s ours to make
It’s ours to build, and it’s ours to break
It’s ours to fiddle, and it’s ours to play
It’s ours to project, and it’s ours to stay.

It’s ours this time, so you better not cry
You’d better not laugh, and you’d better not die
You’d better not run, and you’d better not hide
You’d better prepare for a big surprise

This time
This time
This time

Everybody scream and everybody shout
We’re gonna get dressed and we’re gonna get out
We’re making Christmas
When the clock strikes 12, and our time is up
We’ll all take a drink from an empty cup
We’re making Christmas

This time
This time
This time

Life is good, we all get on well
How are we doing?
If you’re really to tell
We’re making Christmas

When the full moon’s high in a carnival sky
Give us all a kiss then say goodbye
We’re making Christmas

Yeah!

This time
This time
This time

This time it’s ours, and no one can take away the thrill
Clock stops tickin’ and the dogs are howling on the hill
And the bonfire’s burning, and the gold sparks are lighting up the sky
The night is alive and I feel so crazy I could cry

And to find those shadows in the empty words
This time is borrowed from another world
And it’s time to call out to the boys and girls
This time! This time!

This time
This time
This time