Looking up it’s plain to see
A lonely face staring back at me
Bound for an eternity
Of solitude and charity
When you’re on a holiday
Even when you’re in your grave
The bitter moon is still climbing
The bitter moon is still shining down
I remember yesterday
In the park in the rain
Just as the evening slipped away
I heard a voice call out my name
When you’re on a holiday
Even when you’re in your grave
The bitter moon is still climbing
The bitter moon is still shining down
When you’re on a holiday
Even when you’re in your grave
The bitter moon is still climbing
The bitter moon is still shining down