they called it modern love
we're running out of space
the cracks are in the screen
i think we'll be replaced
this is my perfect holiday
i don't need my knees to pray
and on my perfect holiday
i won't need my hands to say
if you could break the chain
from the nightmares that we faced
that norm will take the rain
that lead us through the pain
and your are being erased
this is my perfect holiday
i don't need my knees to pray
and on my perfect holiday
i won't need my hands to say
but we can break the chain
the pleasure's in the pain
you'll know just who i am
this is my perfect holiday
i don't need my knees to pray
and on my perfect holiday
i won't need my hands to say