Holiday by Nina Hynes

The best thing I ever did was not swimming back to the boat
Because the apples were falling so slowly
And you know apples don't fall slowly
And yes broken machines make me cry

And we are fumbling for keys in the dark
By the bins
And our mother has fallen under again
Yea, the best thing I ever did was not swimming back

And I am on a holiday in my mind
I'm becoming clear
I'm becoming here
I'm becoming
And I am on a holiday
Holiday

I don't want to suffer anymore
Cause I don't want to limit who I am
I'm becoming clear
I'm becoming clear
I'm becoming clear
I'm becoming
I think I'm learning how to love
I'm becoming here
Cause you make me feel alive
You make me feel alive
You you make me feel alive
Alive

Normality is wavering. I have a service to beauty. I'm deleting false targets. I have a service to life. I'm not looking for false solutions. I'm looking for coronation, Interconnection, not minimising risk
Got an ideology
I chose to create
I chose to believe
I am becoming here
I am becoming here
I am becoming here
I am becoming here
There is no turning back
It is what it is
Make something out of everything
And I'll sing and I'll sing And I'll sing and I'll sing And I'll sing and I'll sing And I'll sing and I'll sing And I'll sing and I'll sing And I'll sing and I'll sing And I'll sing and I'll sing And I'l sing and I'll sing

• Alternative
• dream pop
• folk
• indie
• joy
• orchestral
• Berlin