Robin Pecknold
Track Seven
[Verse 1]
She dropped the armor over her skin
Reached through a mind for words to begin
Cooked up a lie to throw to her friends
Nighttime on holiday, the moon's creeping in

[Verse 2]
Picks at her food and forces a grin
Crosses her legs again and again
Turns up and over this sacred of kin
Nighttime on holiday, the moon's creeping in

[Verse 3]
Sleep underneath a Chinatown glow
Wander the streets that nobody know
Sing to the dawn with mercury men
Nighttime on holiday, the moon's creeping in

[Chorus 1]
On a St. Vincent Street
Where no one's innocent to me
She nurses a broken wing

[Post-Chorus]
Through red wine promises
And cheap [?] makeup
She said, "It's all a dream till you stop and think"

[Verse 4]
She left her ring in the city square
Watch Arabic fountains that shower the air
Ready to crumble and take to the wind
Nighttime on holiday, the moon's creeping in

[Chorus 2]
On a St. Vincent Street
Where no one's innocent to me
She grins like a harlequin

[Post-Chorus]
Through red wine promises
And cheap [?] makeup
She said to me, "It's all a dream till you stop and think"

[Verse 5]
One left escaping and one left alone
One left for mystery and one stayed at home
One left a note too soon for its time
Nighttime on holiday, the moon's like a dime

[Outro]
On a St. Vincent Street