Lyrics

There was a statue of Mary on the dresser top next to a picture of Lucille
I swear I saw them dancing by the hallway light, by the hallway light downstairs
Through the cracks in the door I could hear a voice that sounded like angels
I think it's yours

You lost your wife three years ago. You kept her clothes in her drawer
When you smell her perfume it reminds you of your love
But this rosary you hold is a painful memory
Through the cracks in the door I could hear a voice that sounded like angels

I think it's yours
And he says, Jesus, Jesus, mercy
Christmas time is over, so I'm staying in it's not the same
He carries the boxes in the tree to her room. In the closet he cries

He says, maybe, just maybe it's gonna be better, it's gonna be better next year
Through the cracks in the door I could hear a voice that sounded like angels
That sounded like angels
I think it's yours

I think it's yours
I think it's yours
I think it's yours
I think it's yours