Hold My Home

London fog and an empty suitcase

Choreography in Piccadilly

It's time to carve out a place in the sun

I'd like to hold my home where

The seasons never ever ever change

Charlie the painter in Japan

We have grown apart

The cigarette the gardener throws in the grass

I'd like to hold my home where

The mountains run right into the sea

Holiday in the waves

Holiday in the waves

Feet in the sand in St. Tropez

She is a woman of the world

Letting the past go to get what you want

I'd like to hold my home where

The seasons never ever change

Holiday in the waves

Holiday in the waves

Holiday, holiday in the waves

Holiday, holiday in the waves

Holiday in the waves