The Birthday Massacre - Holiday it's getting late it all just wanes and pales and fades away if we just want it too much and what a shame if all there is is all thats gone away there's nothing left here for us deadlight holiday killing time to make us stay hollow as the promises of yesterday on and on the music plays memories in paraphrase falling past my window like the morning rain it's all the same so many words remaining always too late it never seems worth taking and all the days and all the nights lost sleeping and in the end the secret's not worth keeping.