Dirt Poor Robins - Holiday lyrics
[Dirt Poor Robins - Holiday lyrics]
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