We were dreaming of houses we'd built With the money we'd make Dreams so real our muscles had forgotten to ache Just listening to a radio Whilst treading on grapes Ain't my usual choice of keeping in shape And that's the reason we get ourselves sun-burnt Is we're oh-so greedy for sun Sick of all the time, spent under shadow Of somebody else's white bum And the reason we make these holidays 1 or 2 weeks and not 3 Is we're scared during last day blues We'll get dragged like kid from the sea Scared during last day blues We're dragged like kid from the sea Scared that the extra week may expose Asylum seeker we could easily be We could easily be We could easily be We were picketing gates of a place Where we'd been given the sack Where anyone with half a brain would never want to go back About to light the cocktails We had to use to attack When a different cocktail made us lose our tack And the reason I stood out in the winter Until I turned blue and I cried Was I thought it'd make, make me feel warmer With the person waiting inside And the reason we make these holidays 1 Or 2 weeks and not 3 Is we're scared during last day blues We'll get dragged like kid from the sea Scared during last day blues We're dragged like kid from the sea Scared that the extra week may expose Asylum seeker we could easily be We could easily be We could easily be The exhaustion numbed our minds And lowered the stakes Till we forgot the original reason we planned the escape And the dreams that never seemed Any good when awake Utopia's Only Utopia If you're willing to wait