Spotty lights and milky color
Six balloons is half a dozen of the other
I've seen her walking home alone
Looking at her for
Missed the curve without
Without, without the magic she thinks it's under her
Holly
Holly lights
And not the dead in a cold room
You could always take a swerve and drive
When you hear the shots, they come two, three at a time
Friends say those are other lives
Certainly they're not in mine
Certainly not in mine
Holly
Holly lights
