This Holiday Lyrics - 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, oh 

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 okay 

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 

Here now, here now, oh 

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 

Here now, here now, oh