| You’re a holiday
|
| A glass of ocean slipping down my throat
|
| And landed on my hopes, I’m dreaming
|
| Off the maps no hidden grids, I’m fleeing
|
| I worship you like holy days
|
| Lying on my back, seeing clouds and rays
|
| Drinking lime and bitter from my lemonade
|
| White horses, merry time won’t do
|
| Oh, ooh
|
| Oh, ooh
|
| Oh, ooh
|
| Oh, ooh
|
| Oh, ooh
|
| Oh, ooh
|
| Do you remember the holiday
|
| Slipped away
|
| Time and place
|
| I definitely remember
|
| Lying on my back and seeing
|
| Clouds and rays
|
| We’re dreaming
|
| The feelings rule
|
| Forever we’re young
|
| Pages unsung
|
| Ooh
|
| I feel that you remember
|
| Dreaming of a past that couldn’t last
|
| But now we’re changing, refraining
|
| I think it is the, know that it’s the
|
| I think it is the bad, bad blood
|
| I think it is the, know that it’s the
|
| I think it is the bad, bad blood
|
| Do you remember the riding, the passion
|
| The falling over, tripping on ice
|
| Sharing advice, taking it twice
|
| But let us not forget the
|
| Silent day, stripped away
|
| Time and place
|
| Oh, you choose not to remember
|
| Fly away, counting days
|
| I’m hiding from you, ooh
|
| I think it is the, know that it’s the
|
| I think it is the bad, bad blood
|
| I think it is the, know that it’s the
|
| I think it is the bad, bad blood
|
| I choose
|
| For the rain not to fall
|
| Exposing the sun on you
|
| I lose
|
| Don’t tell me I’m goo-goo, I know
|
| And it’s mad, we were close, oh
|
| I choose
|
| My head’s now afloat
|
| But my heart’s drowning pulse of you
|
| I lose
|
| Don’t tell me I’m coo-coo
|
| Coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-ooh-ooh
|
| I think it is the, know that it’s the
|
| I think it is the bad, bad blood
|
| I think it is the, know that it’s the
|
| I think it is the bad, bad blood
|
| I think it is the, know that it’s the
|
| I think it is the bad, bad blood
|
| I think it is the, know that it’s the
|
| I think it is the bad, bad |