She closed her eyes on an empty flight back home
Theres no one there when she lands that she knows.
A welcome that sheâs used to
Nothing changes in the places we use to go
The same faces share the stories of highs and lows.
She just sits there quietly
She tries to disguise her tears, it wasnât so clear.
But now, now i realise, now
I realise, now i realise
These new yearâs wonât save her from the pain of black suit holidays.
She has no time for his false regret, as she has another drink
And lights a cigarette.
While room is bright thereâs a darkness that surrounds her
Her friends are friends but blood is blood
When the shots are served i think sheâs had enough
They assume she fine, behind her false demeanour.
Lonely when the crowds are near, itâs wasnât so clear.
But now, now i realise, now
I realise, now
I realise.
These new yearâs wonât save her from the
Pain, of black suit holidays.
These new years they wonât save her, they wonât save her, from the pain of black suit
Holidays
Black suit holidays.