| Song | Holiday Story |
| Artist | X |
| Album | See How We Are (Deluxe) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Otis Blackwell | |
| 作曲 : Otis Blackwell | |
| It's that face of his | |
| That hallway wall alleyway way of his | |
| Dreamed you grew a beard and wore a hat | |
| Like a brunette Dr. Eugene Scott | |
| But I recognized you | |
| Cause you were still a little brat | |
| Well, I heard that long lost laugh | |
| Through the monitors and floors, elevator doors | |
| And you're still ringing in my ears | |
| The longest stay in the shortest day | |
| After all them years | |
| In another life | |
| In the deep, deep heart of Texas | |
| With its big and lonely star | |
| I'm in that other nation | |
| Travelling bar to bar | |
| Down that unhappy trail | |
| I follow it every day | |
| I don't know where you are | |
| But I, I wish you'd go away | |
| I wish you'd go away | |
| [Chorus] | |
| On holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Now the lights of your town | |
| Attack my nightgown | |
| The Billie Holiday Story | |
| Batteries have gone down | |
| So, I went to Milwaukee | |
| But they were out of beer | |
| So I walked to New York | |
| But no one was there | |
| No one was there | |
| [Chorus] | |
| It's a Billie Holiday | |
| And I know you're closed | |
| But sometimes you're the only place I can go | |
| The only place I can go | |
| On holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Oh, It's a Billie Holiday | |
| And I know you're closed | |
| But sometimes you're the only place I can go | |
| The only place I can go | |
| On holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday |
| zuo ci : Otis Blackwell | |
| zuo qu : Otis Blackwell | |
| It' s that face of his | |
| That hallway wall alleyway way of his | |
| Dreamed you grew a beard and wore a hat | |
| Like a brunette Dr. Eugene Scott | |
| But I recognized you | |
| Cause you were still a little brat | |
| Well, I heard that long lost laugh | |
| Through the monitors and floors, elevator doors | |
| And you' re still ringing in my ears | |
| The longest stay in the shortest day | |
| After all them years | |
| In another life | |
| In the deep, deep heart of Texas | |
| With its big and lonely star | |
| I' m in that other nation | |
| Travelling bar to bar | |
| Down that unhappy trail | |
| I follow it every day | |
| I don' t know where you are | |
| But I, I wish you' d go away | |
| I wish you' d go away | |
| Chorus | |
| On holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Now the lights of your town | |
| Attack my nightgown | |
| The Billie Holiday Story | |
| Batteries have gone down | |
| So, I went to Milwaukee | |
| But they were out of beer | |
| So I walked to New York | |
| But no one was there | |
| No one was there | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s a Billie Holiday | |
| And I know you' re closed | |
| But sometimes you' re the only place I can go | |
| The only place I can go | |
| On holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Oh, It' s a Billie Holiday | |
| And I know you' re closed | |
| But sometimes you' re the only place I can go | |
| The only place I can go | |
| On holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday |
| zuò cí : Otis Blackwell | |
| zuò qǔ : Otis Blackwell | |
| It' s that face of his | |
| That hallway wall alleyway way of his | |
| Dreamed you grew a beard and wore a hat | |
| Like a brunette Dr. Eugene Scott | |
| But I recognized you | |
| Cause you were still a little brat | |
| Well, I heard that long lost laugh | |
| Through the monitors and floors, elevator doors | |
| And you' re still ringing in my ears | |
| The longest stay in the shortest day | |
| After all them years | |
| In another life | |
| In the deep, deep heart of Texas | |
| With its big and lonely star | |
| I' m in that other nation | |
| Travelling bar to bar | |
| Down that unhappy trail | |
| I follow it every day | |
| I don' t know where you are | |
| But I, I wish you' d go away | |
| I wish you' d go away | |
| Chorus | |
| On holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Now the lights of your town | |
| Attack my nightgown | |
| The Billie Holiday Story | |
| Batteries have gone down | |
| So, I went to Milwaukee | |
| But they were out of beer | |
| So I walked to New York | |
| But no one was there | |
| No one was there | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s a Billie Holiday | |
| And I know you' re closed | |
| But sometimes you' re the only place I can go | |
| The only place I can go | |
| On holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Oh, It' s a Billie Holiday | |
| And I know you' re closed | |
| But sometimes you' re the only place I can go | |
| The only place I can go | |
| On holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday | |
| Holiday |