Holiday House

A shiny childhood days in a Holiday house

It's a quiet place, you can hear it from the sun

Watch me walk through the ground,

like a major run his town

I grew up at a family tree in a holiday house

She's so able to blame the rain that starts to fall

A story told many times but never heard befote

She is old, shiny and pretty but she has stopped breathing

In a corner of my mind, it comes to me now

Holiday house, holiday house

Singing your name, singing it loud boy

Talk to me now, there's nothing like you

I got burnt at a family tree in a holiday house

Romance poems

Bleeding halos

Dizzy highways

Midnight shadows

She's so old, shiny and pretty, but she has stopped breathing

I woke up at a family tree, in a holiday house