This Holiday Life

Two Years Underground

This Holiday Life


It's one o'clock, one in the morning.
The sun left us without a warning.
The exit sign is the only light we can see from below.

Spin round, the silent planet.
One more day for you to panic.
And we've become the only ones who can run or let go.

Two years, two years underground now. We come out.
X2

It's one o'clock, one in the morning.
Forget these and other warnings.
The subway signs sit and wonder and stare at the ground.
Jump down and go unnoticed.
While they count everything the owed us.
And we'll be gone by the time everyone turns around.

Two years, two years underground now. We come out.
x4

Spin round, the silent planet.
One more day for you to panic.
And we've become the only ones who can run or let go.

Two years, two years underground now. We come out.
X4