Bryce Vine (+) The Holiday
It’s getting colder now that your not around
No holiday without you
New York so pretty when the snow hits the ground
I miss those winters with you
Maybe it’s too much to ask for
Missing your feel on the dashboard
Running through pages of passports
Without you
Now I’m alone by the fireplace
Thinking about how it all changed
This is the season of heartbreaks
Without you
No more mistletoe, ugly sweaters, bad cologne
No more deck the halls in this place we called a home
An attic full of baggage I pretend that I’ll unpack
There’s something ‘bout the holidays that makes me want you back
Ooo, Ooo
Got everything I want last Christmas
This year there’s a couple things missing
You’re the only thing left on my wish list
These nights I’m reminiscing
Back when your green eyes shined brighter than the tree
And we watched home alone high until we fell asleep
Maybe it’s too much to ask for
Missing your feel on the dashboard
Running through pages of passports
Without you
Now I’m alone by the fireplace
Thinking about how it all changed
This is the season of heartbreaks
Without you
No more mistletoe, ugly sweaters, bad cologne
No more deck the halls in this place we called a home
An attic full of baggage I pretend that I’ll unpack
There’s something ‘bout the holidays that make me want you back
Ooo, Ooo
Ooo, Ooo
No more mistletoe, ugly sweaters, bad cologne
No more deck the halls in this place we called a home
An attic full of baggage I pretend that I’ll unpack
There’s something ‘bout the holidays that make me want you back
Ooo, Ooo
Ooo, Ooo
There’s something ‘bout the holidays that make me want you back