to take away for a different time and place, to save glittering blue all the way for another grey today little dream to save away of a perfect holiday
Hey We're off on holiday We're on our way Hey Hey We're off on holiday Hey Hey Now look today Hey Hey Hey Hey Holiday Holiday Holiday Holiday Holiday Holiday
week while I'm back from the dread, With a brown bag fluffy as a package of bread HAHAHA... [Part 3:] What I'm doin'? Nothin', chillin' at the Holiday
Who that lookin over the shoulders of those writin dreams Fiendin for the taste of menthol Missed class stayed in the hall Lookin for a squeeze play, better yet a holiday
the table And starts to eat your dinner Little sister's pregnant Brother got put in jail Mom screams and yells at her kids Dad screams and yells at her A holiday
the end of the day, when everyone's resigned To the heart of the matter and the measures in mind King Zog's back from holiday, Mary Lupescu's grey And
good to die today Blue to grey Grow up and blow away Blue to grey Grow up and blow away Blue to grey Grow up and blow away Blue to grey Grow up and
my back she points her finger and she shows me what i lack her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air she paints the streets a shade of grey and
alone Upside down try to turn it around and repeat I can't relate that to my life Mother Holiday You're the only way To take a shady grey And give us
the airport are probably waiting a few thousand passengers, overbooked seating Time long suspended in transit-lounge traumas connections broken and Special Branch waiting conspicuously standing in holiday
it was scary You were crying half the night It was like we'd walk forever Through the busy streets and hills To the church up near the graveyard With the statues grey
Twisting and turning reality Truth is a stranger in your fantasy Loss of glory - No horizon, compact tragic grey Mandatory - You are on a mental holiday
over to the shoulder so I can write this song The carpet they laid out is a grey shade of red Road work ahead That's what we said But holidays are made
Where is the moment we needed the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost They tell me your blue skies fade to grey They tell me your passion
myself We are the season's new collection We look like everybody else Walk alone Through the crowded streets into the fading grey Here and gone Like a decoration for the holiday