Текст песни Holidays

Its warmer inside, don't complain your fathers coming on a jet plane close to midnight, in a worn out suit and tie up the driveway in swing and stride he comes around, a weekend at most a holiday dinner, fruitless toast he comes around, one year at a time singing the same song since last time holidays holidays when the heart was young and every song wasn't sung by you alone the night got colder, but its warm inside the dining room lights grew dim with the wine after midnight of christmas eve he gave you a handshake and a sarcastic plea