What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?

There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes

I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?


What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong

What's this?
There's people singing songs


What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little children laughing

Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?



There's children throwing snowballs

Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead


There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes

And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside


Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss

Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire

What's this?

What's this?

In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think


And why?
They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings

And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun

This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?


Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep

But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things

Inside their dreamland

The monsters are all missing,

the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around


Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air

The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere


The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before

This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own

I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?