Holiday - Dirt Poor Robins

Drifting like a leaf

Into a sleepless night

Where restless beds

Color appetites

Soaking in my grief

The fruit is growing ripe

And dreamless dread

Dares the teeth to bite

Still hope lives in a memory of a…

Holiday, a get away

Full of golden times and drowsy wine

A holiday, the perfect place to say

«My love

This world was made for us.»

Endlessly they creep

Ravaging my soul

Devoid of doubt in stereo

The brides I’d never seek

Avoidance shall behold

Despair and shadow my betrothed

Still hope lives in a memory of a…

Holiday, a get away

Full of golden times and drowsy wine

A holiday, the perfect place to say

«My love

This world was made for us.»

Holiday, a get away

Full of golden times and drowsy wine

A holiday, the perfect place to say

«My love

This world was made for us.»

For us…

This world was made for us