you are my holiday

you are a palace, i am a pauper unafraid to enter
i need an earthquake, and you are my epicentre
i am a rainstorm, you are my okavango delta
i know the one and only road, and you give me shelter

you are my holiday...

i am a swarm of bees, you are my wild syringa
i am a baobab, you are a scented flower that lingers
you are a sleeping pool, i know the clarity of dream
you are everything and all, you are more than what i've seen:
white water rivers and waterfalls, tumbling into streams
in a summer of heat and rain, a january steam
the power and sound of lightning coming across a world of green...



the magic of us in the night water's rush
a gathering fire in the rain from above
the delta is deep and dangerous like love

you are my holiday

i am a rock that's split, you are the changing tree
you are the greatest height, you are the thing that moves through me
you are a jungle fever, i am a quickened heart
you are the lion in the darkness who could pull my world apart

i came to africa to find something, then thought i had left it at home
but with the earth of botswana in my skin, and the feathers of a fish eagle
i found in a big house of stones, i will fly the indian ocean
with that something within me changed

for now, in the strangest way, you are my holiday

i am a lone giraffe, you are the prize of all trees
i am hungry for love, you are amarula
you are the source of these seeds...
you are a wave, i am a wave

you are my holiday