Love is such a bloody holiday. It seems that every time that I give my heart away. It comes back to me. A little worse for wear. And who I give it to doesn't even care. I could stop myself from loving you. Ask myself what good would it do. I'd only find someone else to love me who. May as well be you. Love is such a bloody holiday. It seems that every time that I give my heart away. It comes back to me. A little worse for wear. And who I give it to doesn't even care. If I'd ever loved anyone again. Wonder what would become of me then. Love leaves my heart behind and then. Here it comes again. Love is such a bloody holiday. It seems that every time that I give my heart away. It comes back to me. A little worse for wear. And who I give it to doesn't even care. Love is such a bloody holiday. It seems that every time that I give my heart away. It comes back to me. A little worse for wear. And who I give it to doesn't even care. Love is such a bloody holiday. It seems that every time that I give my heart away. It comes back to me. A little worse for wear. And who I give it to doesn't even care