Television

I like the way you cry Break my heart and break my hands and lay me down I want to snap your neck in two And leave you for dead, you are so dead Turn your camera away from me Spill your guts in 8 millimetre Put your focus where your mouth is You're the only one who's waiting here Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices You know it makes more sense Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices You know it makes more sense when on and on and on and on and on (go)