Cold War Kids - Hold My Home lyrics
[Cold War Kids - Hold My Home lyrics]
London fog and an empty suitcase
Choreography in Piccadilly
It’s time to carve out a place in the sun
I’d like to hold my home where
The seasons never ever change
Charlie the painter in Japan
We have grown apart
The cigarette the gardener throws
In the grass
I’d like to hold my home where
The mountains run right into the sea
Holiday in the waves holiday in the waves
Feet in the sand in St tropez
She is a woman of the world
Letting the past go to get what you want
I’d like to hold my home where
The seasons never ever change
Holiday in the waves holiday in the waves
Holiday in the waves holiday in the waves
Holiday in the waves
Choreography in Piccadilly
It’s time to carve out a place in the sun
I’d like to hold my home where
The seasons never ever change
Charlie the painter in Japan
We have grown apart
The cigarette the gardener throws
In the grass
I’d like to hold my home where
The mountains run right into the sea
Holiday in the waves holiday in the waves
Feet in the sand in St tropez
She is a woman of the world
Letting the past go to get what you want
I’d like to hold my home where
The seasons never ever change
Holiday in the waves holiday in the waves
Holiday in the waves holiday in the waves
Holiday in the waves
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