Holiday

She’s a Goddess, she calms you down,
Went to Italy, ran from town,
But the dirt of England calls her back,
Those rolling hills leave her flat

Puts her arms around your pain,
She’s the weighing scale of your day,
As you push them one by one into the car,
‘Round the merry-go-round of a West country park

You wouldn’t take it on holiday with you,
Take it away on holiday with you,
Said you couldn’t take it away,
On holiday with you

She’s a goddess, she’s not faking,
Seeks your approval in all she’s making,
Sees you in the dark,
Feels you see her a thousand parts

In keeping a cautious eye,
Lost control, the child died,
With your bags forever packed, your letters unsent,
Her belly aches with your empty intent

And you wouldn’t take it on holiday with you,
Take it away on holiday with you,
Said you couldn’t take it away,
On holiday with you

 

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