Unpaid Holiday

There's a one way ticket train
 Why don't you take another unpaid holiday
 It knows a place where it can't rain
 Like rain you're falling now, tears from missed parades
 We'll waste away
 You might slip off the track asking me to change
 If pain's the way
 Then I fold like a card sharp caught with a smile
 With his hands held high and his eyes kept wide
 Waiting for another moment of impact, the cheek bone fist clash
 Back to the plans we haven't made
 At the corner of what next and memory lane Just close your eyes and contemplate
 Sit back and count your age then disintegrate We'll waste away
 You might slip off the track asking me to change
 If pain's the way
 Then I'm dead like a mistress caught in distress
 With the vial left empty and two poison lips With her hands held high and her eyes kept wide
 Looking at the tomb in the sky
 You're cold as the frozen ice
 Keep the cars moving even when the foot and break touch the mat
 Waiting for another moment of impact, your life was highjacked
 One last compact
 folded hands in a velvet bed,
 candles shine bright over your painted head. ask yourself, should you have ran away,
 when the cards played out you chose to stay
 I can almost grieve you now
 I can almost believe you now
 I can almost grieve you now
 I can almost believe you now
 I can almost grieve you now
 Why don't you take another unpaid holiday
 We'll waste away.