Lyrics:

You're on a holiday
You never wanted
It's nice to get away
This flat is haunted

I made some plans to stay
With those who know me
But now you've made a play
And now you throw me

Into your arms, I have no choice
And in your palms, I have no voice

This is my finest hour
Who's given all this power to me?
This is my finest hour
Though it has all gone sour for me
This is my finest hour
Who's given all this power to me?

There comes a time to make
A big decision
To plan your great escape
With great precision

You always were a fake
And superficial
The lengths that you would take
It's now official

Shout from the roof, and the top of
Your voice
You have your proof, and you've made
Your choice

This is my finest hour
Who's given all this power to me?
This is my finest hour
Though it has all gone sour for me
This is my finest hour
Who's given all this power to me?

Let's see you without your make-up
And try to clear up this mess
You're crying but all that it takes up
Is both of our unhappiness

This is my finest hour
Who's given all this power to me?
This is my finest hour
Though it has all gone sour for me
This is my finest hour
Who's given all this power to me?