Moor Hound - Holiday Тексты

I will run with whatever you give me
LetâE(tm)s start something I can see
You can be who I need you to be

I will rush in
I will give reason a holiday
Chances are not earned
Chances are discovered

You hold the day in your hands
To improve or to trial
And it seems that I can never get it right
Just give me a reason to smile

Your words are a story
To brood over prophetically
Enjoy aesthetically
To hope in pathetically

You hold the day in your hands
To improve or to trial
And it seems that I will never get it right
Just give me a reason to try