This Holiday - Number One Gun

It’s a lonely holiday

And I’m only thinking

Of you

It’s the simple things that make

An infliction earning

All of you

Into fear

You tell me how you feel

The only thing that makes a part of this

Is you now, you now

It’s so cold this holiday

And I’m only thinking of you

But you give your heart away

And you tell yourself

It’s ok

But hold on

Hold on

Into fear

You tell me how you feel

The only thing that makes a part of this

Is you now, you now

Indicate

The troubles that you’ve had

They never bring you back again the same

Hear now, hear now

Oh, how lovely would it be

To make a trade

For eternal life

Oh, how I walk into fear

I can’t be this way again

But I can’t forget

Into fear

You tell me how you feel

The only thing that makes a part of this

Is you now, you now

Indicate

The troubles that you’ve had

They never bring you back again the same

Hear now, hear now