Holiday
Birthday Massacre, The
Violet (2005)

it's getting late it all just wanes and pales and
fades away if we just want
it too much and what a shame if all
there is is all thats gone away
there's nothing left here for us
deadlight holiday killing time to make
us stay hollow as the promises of yesterday on and on the music
plays memories in paraphrase
falling past my window like the
morning rain it's all the same so
many words remaining always
too late it never seems worth taking and all the
days and all the nights lost sleeping and in the
end the secret's not worth keeping.