Vacation
Vacation
The beaming sun
Felt more home
Than where I lived
A million miles away
The blazing hammock
Caressed my bones
That ached in your arms
My hands now itch
To hold yours here
But this place is not you
It never will be.
The beaming sun
Felt more home
Than where I lived
A million miles away
The blazing hammock
Caressed my bones
That ached in your arms
My hands now itch
To hold yours here
But this place is not you
It never will be.