Holiday - The Birthday Massacre

it's getting late
it all just wanes and pales and
fades away
if we just want it too much
and what a shame
if all there is is all thats
gone away
there's nothing left here for us

deadlight holiday
killing time to make us stay
hollow as the promises of yesterday
on and on the music plays
memories in paraphrase
falling past my window like
the morning rain

it's all the same so
many words remaining
always too late
it never seems worth taking
and all the days
and all the nights lost sleeping
and in the end
the secret's not worth keeping.

deadlight holiday
killing time to make us stay
hollow as the promises of yesterday
on and on the music plays
memories in paraphrase
falling past my window like
the morning rain

deadlight holiday
killing time to make us stay
hollow as the promises of yesterday
on and on the music plays
memories in paraphrase
falling past my window like
the morning rain