Holiday from Quotidian Dream by Sam Tudor

Where did it go? Our lone unconscious speed? We leave it below, and now it’s what we need. We build it ourselves – the prey that makes the snare. We keep it so clean, you’ll never know it’s there.

I know when you’re lost in the real estate, you’re saving all your money for a holiday / gonna make you feel like it’s the only way, saving all your money for a holiday / oh it’s the cost of a frozen place, paying for the color when it’s all gone grey / I know when you’re lost in the real estate, you’re saving all your money for a holiday

The pulled off the sheets – those things below your bed. And when it was time, they crawl into your head. You leave it behind, the codes upon the tree. The wood’s growing in, it’s harder now to see.

I still see it then, when it was just a joke. You’re young by the fire, you’re learning how to smoke. You said that we will be the rulers of an empty state – when everyone has got enough to go away. They’ll take off all the debts that we were raised to pay, and everything we do will be a holiday.

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