Holiday (iiO)

In the morning I awoke the man that laid with me I was entranced the night before by everything we did The sky was pink, the sand was white, the ocean clear as glass The palm tree stands by the breeze that the wind had cast All of these days seemed like a phantasy I wish that I could bring this back with me 'Cause we laughed and we talked and we walked and we kissed and we danced The night away And we swam and we touched and we laid on the sand, we made love In these holidays I wish for those days again Again, again, and again So many hours but they're not enough for us to have It seems as though we need a time machine to bring us back The air is haunting me and everything I shouldn't feel But something tells me that it's written that this feeling's real All of these days seem like a phantasy I wish that I could bring this back with me