This Holiday Life Seven Months And Counting
Seven months and countingI hold my breath and try to
breathe
Tomorrows hope is everything yesterday
This picture frame is tilted too much
I messed it up with my special touch
The picture comes in clearer than ever before
Enter me, you call me your own
This bus won't leave I'm already home
This year will bring on more than a melody
You are a complex design
You've fashioned this world where I hide
I try to runaway
From your holiday
But I've come to this place in your sky
My hands are released by my side
I lose but I gain
Like a cloud gives up it's rain
You took this mess and filled in the lines
You broke my inconsistency
I have nothing more to give but this melody
Your power comes all over me
It's perfect when I am weak
When this countdown ends, I'm seven months closer to
free
You are a complex design
You've fashioned this world where I hide
I try to runaway
From your holiday
But I've come to this place in your sky
My hands are released by my side
I lose but I gain
Like a cloud gives up it's rain