Holiday from Galatea's Holiday by Brendan Perkins

It's late at night, and music fades away,
Another look, another place to stay
After the clock, has faded into sleep,
It's time to dream, of the last day in May
We'll find the time, we'll look ahead
Taking our clues, just from the paths we've led,
Got the right shoes, got the right raincoat,
There's always something left on the bed
Doing things our own way, and turn it into a holiday
Plan out another way, and doing it our own way
We cross the bridge, and settle for an hour,
and break the harmony, by numbering the tower
The pylon wires will follow us some more,
Another station, and music to explore
A sky of clouds, a land of trees
And every marvellous encounter that we seize
And yet it feels, we never are alone,
The next adventure, is the one when we're back home

• Alternative
• Melodic Progressive Rock
• Prog Rock
• Progressive rock
• Rock
• Symphonic Rock
• United Kingdom