high and low You're a place to stay and a time to go And I'm searching through the things you left behind here Now it's time for me to let it go Sometimes
to fly back to another day And there's nothing you can say To make this go away Daydreamers Holiday We drank on your brother's fake ID Pass the hat, roll it
your skin I cannot sleep I'm wound too tight The morning comes and I feel alright Take me down home on holiday Lead me to your secret hiding place Let
ve had a hard time leaving this town I've been losing everything that I've found I'm gonna search the sky, kiss the ground Build it up and tear it back
If I sing you one more song, baby would you come along you can tell me what to do If I kiss you one more time, baby would you read my sign you can tell
My head wouldn't give a second thought About telling me what to do My feet wouldn't give another inch If they were giving it up to you I'm on the highwire
on me Someone cut my past baby let it bleed I tried to write you letters but it wasn't me I tried to find your pictures out of curiosity I thought I had it
ll never know I'll just have to let it I'll just have to let it I'll just have to let it go Let it go
It only happens when I'm dreaming It keeps on playing in my head Recalling something that was steaming All of this stress will leave you dead Thankful
round The flakes go up, not hit the ground Falling down, not being round Toast the day to winter's clown won't need a broom to help him now. Get it up
me through town I can hear your voice it speaks inside of me It makes me want to write it down Makes me want to write it down I can smell your skin it
and low You?re a place to stay and a time to go And I?m searching through the things you left behind here But it?s time for me to let it go Sometimes
back to another day And there's nothing you can say to make this go away Daydreamers holiday We drank on your brother's fake ID Pass the hat, roll it
a hard time leaving this town I've been losing everything that I've found I'm gonna search the sky, kiss the ground Build it up and tear it back down
who's in charge Well, this society is pretty sad when any half-ass Jock can make a million bucks even though all his brains are in his Cock and balls go
I cannot sleep and I'm wound too tight The morning comes and I feel alright And take me down home on holiday And lead me into your secret hideaway Let
My head wouldn't give a second thought About telling me what to do My feet wouldn't give another inch If they were giving it up to you And I'm on the
me Someone cut my past, baby, let it bleed I tried to write you letters but it wasn't me I tried to find your pictures out of curiosity I thought I had it