Lyrics

we were cheering up in april and all the swallows came back, thinking about a holiday, when we're gonna make our escape. our holiday, our salvation. we were emptying our spaces of a forgotten life, selling it on a card table to the sunday morning crowd on holiday, far from monday. you were burying my weeping eyes in your dress when the girls wouldn't share with me and the world was burning. my holiday, my holy place.