There's a greater howl
Inside my sorted head
Oh do you know what I mean my ghost
My cornerstone
That even though my thoughts
Some day made a wave or two
Aging faster than growing up
Makes me 99
So I got my time to spend
My little holiday
Holiday
In between the borderlines
Of all the better ways
Better ways
And I'd let Satan out my well
Treat him right and have
A conversation too
But the observing eyess
They see the steps I take
I'm waiting for 'em to go blind
While I'm drifting on
And on, and on, and on.
So I got my time to spend
My little holiday
Holiday
In between the borderlines
Of all the better ways
Better ways
