The Bolshoi

holiday by the sea

Took himself away
Said it was a holiday
Took himself away
Said it was a holiday

Holiday by the sea
Holiday by the sea

Found a date to keep
Put it in his overcoat
Lost himself that day
Such stolen moments

Took himself far away
To a faceless house
Full of fear
He's waiting to reach out, to reach out
And grasp his own hand
For maybe he could be...

Holiday by the sea
Holiday by the sea

He's waiting, he's looking
Don't trust him
White water

He's waiting, he looks alone
Don't trust him
White water

He needs to, he wants to
You know I, you know I
I really, I really think that he likes you

He gives you, He wants to
He needs to, to trust you

Holiday by the sea
Holiday by the sea

Yet he still finds time to bleed
And he still finds time to feel
And he still finds things... real

Your hand contracted
And stole that moment
He gave you, he gave you
Took himself away

He said it was a holiday
Took himself away
He said it was a holiday
Said it was holiday
Take him on a holiday

Holiday
Holiday
Holiday...