You're a holiday A glass of ocean slipping down My throat and landing on my hopes and dreams Off the maps, no hidden grids, I'm fleeing I worship you like holy days Lying on my back, seeing clouds and rays Drinking lime and bitter from this lemonade White horses, maritime won't do Do you remember? The holiday slipped away, time and place I definitely remember Lying on my back and seeing clouds and rays We're dreaming with feelings, whoa Forever we're young Pages unsung I feel that you remember Dreaming of a past that couldn't last But now we're changing, refraining I'm thinkin it's the, I know that it's the I'm thinkin it's the bad, bad, bad blood I'm thinkin it's the, I know that it's the I'm thinkin it's the bad, bad, bad blood Do you remember?