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 that’s 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

On and on the music plays

Memories in paraphrase

Falling past my window like the morning rain