Moor Hound - Holiday lyrics

I will run with whatever you give me LetâE(tm)s start something I can see You can be who I need you to be I will rush in I will give reason a holiday Chances are not earned Chances are discovered You hold the day in your hands To improve or to trial And it seems that I can never get it right Just give me a reason to smile Your words are a story To brood over prophetically Enjoy aesthetically To hope in pathetically