Holiday

There's never time
To get it right
You don't have to say what you did on holiday
You don't have to say a word
Your troubles seem to permeate my cosmic ceiling
When I'm dreaming
I'm in a sentimental state
And you're a marksmen with a target
I don't have what it takes to stay away
There's never time
To get it right
You don't have to say what you did on holiday
You don't have to say a word
Give me a sign
Is this the end in disguise
I I I leave me behind
Where my good sense
Won't apply
But it always tastes the same
Put your tongue up to the flame
There's never time
To get it right
You don't have to say what you did on holiday
You don't have to say a word
Our movements echo in the gap of what we can't say
Try and restrain
A simple pattern in your head can leave you stranded
Take for granted
I don't have what it takes to stay
I don't have what it takes to stay
I don't have what it takes to stay