paroles de chanson The Holiday - Bryce Vine

It's getting colder now that your not around
No holiday without you
New York so pretty when the snow hits the ground
I miss those winters with you

Maybe it's too much to ask for
Missing your feet on the dashboard
Running through pages of passports
Without you

Now I'm alone by the fireplace
Thinking about how it all changed
This is the season of heartbreaks
Without you

No more mistletoe, ugly sweaters, bad cologne
No more deck the halls in this place we called a home
An attic full of baggage I pretend that I'll unpack
There's something 'bout the holidays that makes me want you back
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo-oo

Got everything I want last Christmas
This year there's a couple things missing
You're the only thing left on my wish list
These nights I'm reminiscing
Back when your green eyes shined brighter than the tree
And we watched home alone high until we fell asleep

Maybe it's too much to ask for
Missing your feet on the dashboard
Running through pages of passports
Without you

Now I'm alone by the fireplace
Thinking about how it all changed
This is the season of heartbreaks
Without you

No more mistletoe, ugly sweaters, bad cologne
No more deck the halls in this place we called a home
An attic full of baggage I pretend that I'll unpack
There's something 'bout the holidays that make me want you back
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo-oo

No more mistletoe, ugly sweaters, bad cologne
No more deck the halls in this place we called a home
An attic full of baggage I pretend that I'll unpack
There's something 'bout the holidays that make me want you back
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo-oo

There's something 'bout the holidays that make me want you back