Holiday

Morning ray of sun hits my eye
And burns, burns wounds on my skin
I've tried to reach a dream already gone
Peaceful shore in ocean that I swim
I've tried to reach a dream already gone
My hands are tied, can’t feel the world the way it should be

Chorus:
Where little birds are singing tura-lura-lu
Near lilies, white, in blossom, tura-lura-lay
Old face of joy in a loud world fades deep inside my heart
Where silence trades shine for gray

Kiss me hard before you even try
To save this holiday for me and you
Before words become excuse and lie
Cover your eyes, run to your world
Before words become excuse and lie
Cover your eyes, turn away, let the spring break my heart...

Author: Bojan Petrovic