Traducción: O plano de férias. Power projetando.
Traducción: O plano de férias. Esperando.
making progress seems the hardest thing, when every morning is so grey and today is just the same as every other for weeks. these days are dark for you
you said youre just too good, translated i understood "youre childish and immature, i've seen the world and then some more, i never meant those words
you i want to know. theres so much that i can take before i break in two, i'm losing now and so are you. unless i failed to notice that this was your plan
The wind changed and your face stayed Mild and motionless As we swayed with memories And I am waiting and wasted I'm trying to fight my way through
to say you changed me unrelenting it was everything to me. something to think while playing this its hit or miss. theres no point telling me anything
Do you feel like, you're wasting time on me (time on me) 'cause I feel like, I'm wasting time on this it's not worth it The more you try, The more you
falling through my dreams, breaking me at the seams, i'm waiting for a change, but all things stay the same. if i falter will you follow me? sitting
its funny day after day you never listen to a word i say. here comes someone new, you'll follow them they'll follow you. this is combat, this is my comeback
separation between us doesn't feel quite right Oh, je me souviens, gotta get on with my life Holiday, away from you Holiday, away from you Holiday, away from you Holiday
Never thought you and me would be done in a minute Now I'm making new plans and you're just not in it You took a holiday from us Took a trip and left
stopped off at the North Pole to spend the holiday I called on old dear Santa Claus to see what I could see He took me to his workshop and told his plans
your lovin', baby And I can't let go I once had your lovin', baby And I can't let go Don't let go All of the good times that we shared Every day's a holiday
even though you look grand But you look sharp there smiling hard, suggestin' and Gleamin' away with your hearty hearty looking tan But I admit the next bit was spanners to my plan
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove I'm in the hood 'cause I'm dedicated If I was you, I woulda never made it I'm holiday, so I'm celebrated
