The snow lies white over London town On Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve, A barmaid escapes from the Rose and Crown And is told to believe By a man in a carriage so cold and alone, So far away from the love he'd once known, His friends; his hope; his happiness Are all gone now.
So she climbs up the spiral staircase high, It pierces the clouds; she can't understand why, A blue fortress hangs over the world from above, Where a Time Lord hides without human love.
A woman lies cold under sheets of ice, It's part of the scheme; it's part of the scheme Of the villain the Doctor's already met twice, Is it all just a dream? Is it all just a dream? A time ship much smaller on the outside, Now casting all danger and worries aside, His friends; his hope; his happiness, Returning now.
So she climbs up the spiral staircase high, It pierces the clouds; she can't understand why, A blue fortress hangs over the world from above, Where a Time Lord hides without human love.
Falling so far, Down, down she goes, Will she survive? Nobody knows. Just like the ice, Odds looking thin, Now time to die, Time to begin, Fell to her death, No TARDIS key, New life again, New mystery.
So she climbs up the spiral staircase high, It pierces the clouds; she can't understand why, A blue fortress hangs over the world from above, Where a Time Lord hides without human love.