Holiday - Ezra Vine

I was sitting in a field of pine trees

coaxing the words from the earth and the dirt

I sought a muse but the words just wouldn't come

It's been a while since I saw you at New Year

holding your breath, your eyes upon the second hand

the way you looked is still vivid to me

You're something out of a dream

messing with my head

I've been looking for you

are ya hiding?

cos I like the way you're calling to me

your spell upon me

you're something out of a dream

and I like it, though I fight it

It took a while for the medicine to sink in

blow out the fog and remove all the cobwebs

now I'm clear I can hear myself think straight

I'm on the road with my clothes in a rucksack

over my shoulder following the whispers

people ask me where I'm going in such haste

and I say

My girl's a switchblade

a bright light on the cityscape

wherever she goes I'm gonna chase

You're something out of a dream

messing with my head

I've been looking for you

are ya hiding?

cos I like the way you're calling to me

your spell upon me

you're something out of a dream

and I like it, though I fight it