She said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no
I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone
...I'll be coming home for christmas, to that city that thinks she's so pretty.
Adelaide echoes in my head (or maybe i mean heart). I can't wait. And this time I get to be one of those (envied) people who, when all ho-ha gets tiresome and the fun stops, flies away, back to another life.