Dirt Poor Robins Holiday
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