Holiday Songtext
von Void Contact

Juliana was the local saint
She knew she had her head on straight
She always had everything well under control
She always said she had the perfect life
She′d always been the perfect wife
But like all lies, both of these are taking their toll
She packs her bags, heads out of the house
With no place in her mind
Who knows what she'll find
On her holiday Hmm hmm
Jeff heads home from a trying day
It seems he always feels this way
He′s looking forward to his scotch with dinner tonight
He sees the driveway but the house is dark
He rolls to a stop, puts the car in park Anger rises as he readies himself for a fight
When he gets inside, Juliana's gone
He can't hear a sound
She′s no place to be found
Cause she′s on a holiday
Yeah, yeah
She's well on her way
No more being just a wife
No more of the pain
No more listening to her cry
No more of his shame
No more of the endless fights
Breaking plates again and again
She gone and the castle′s falling in


Juliana felt a little faint
Cause she knew she finally had her head on straight
For once in a life, well, it was under control
She was done with the perfect life
She would never again be just a wife
She knew that she was right down deep in her soul
Cause she packed her bags
Headed out of the house
With no place in her mind
Who knows what she'll find
On her holiday hmm hmm
She′s on a holiday
Yeah, yeah
On a holiday