Adam Young

Well I’ve been huddled up alone

By the fire even though

I’m not exactly feeling cold

And I’ve been bundled up for days

Too confused to be amazed

At all the icy water in my veins

Why do I feel so alone?

Yeah I’ve been moving in and out

Of this old split-level house

And I’d just as soon burn the whole place down

‘Cause I quit working lumberyards

To build a mansion out of cards

But I feel thin behind these paper walls

Why do I feel so alone?

‘Cause the angriest bark is always worse than the bite

Like the ache in my chest that my heart didn’t invite

But if the prettiest romance isn’t perfectly right

That makes every love lost just a holiday every night

Well I’ve been painting through the night

In the basement out of sight

Brushing paper tigers black and white

‘Cause come tomorrow afternoon

I’ll fill a helium balloon

And set them free into the baby blue sky

So they won’t have to be alone

‘Cause the angriest bark is always worse than the bite

Like the ache in my chest that my heart didn’t invite

But if the prettiest romance isn’t perfectly right

That makes every love lost just a holiday every night

But when I close these heavy lids after dark

Each sweet dream is a target

And all my shots are so consistently wide of the mark

‘Cause the angriest bark is always worse than the bite

Like the ache in my chest that my heart didn’t invite

But if the prettiest romance isn’t perfectly right

That makes every love lost just a holiday every night

Just a holiday every night

Just a holiday every night

Just a holiday every night

Well I’ve been huddled up alone

By the fire even though

I’m not exactly feeling cold

But how my heartache hit the trail 

When a paper tiger tail

Fluttered down, I guess I’ll never know