Cold War Kids - Hold My Home lyrics

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 gra** 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