Holiday Resort

You won the battle, who won the war

Looking down the barrel of a gun that I adore

I cannot feed a fire if I haven't got a lung full

Wake up on Sunday without a thought

Standing like a pillar in a holiday resort

I swept my ankles cleanly on the cotton sheets that you bought

Hold my face up to the rain

I'll never love you like that again

But I don't mind pretending if I get to hear your voice again

Put on my shorts and tried to play the field

Romance is a crop that modern culture cannot yield

So I hang up my dancing shoes and then I put up my shield

I've seen you drinking

I've seen you drunk

Leaning like a corpse against the backdrop of the sun

And I still think you're pretty baby

I still think you're the one

Hold my face up to the rain

I'll never love you like that again

But I don't mind pretending if I get to hear your voice again

Spoke to my doctor

He said I've passed my peak

All my eggs are dying

In my twenties I'm antique

And I never learned to drive

And I never harnessed my mystique

I spend my days in the solace of my room

Pulling pubic hairs from the crotch of my swimming costume

And I don't like the president

And I don't like your perfume

Hold my face up to the rain

I'll never love you like that again

But baby you can call me if you're ever horny

I know you like to hear your name

But I don't mind pretending if I get to hear your voice again