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 creatures laughing,
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's 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 secure them in their dreamland…
What's this?
The monsters are all missing
And 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 this 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?
