Words from a drunk and numbers in code I've got the pride of the Irish on the phone Keep sending postcards from Chicago
Pressure's building up I think I might explode
Hold tight I wish that you could see through my eyes I've never really been good with goodbyes So keep holding on I'm holding on So what'll it be?
Clothes in the trunk I guess I should have known Looks like the Queen of Confusion's got her throne Save all White Russian for the drive home
Mint and hazelnut I can't forget how you taste Windows boarded up But were they ever really open in the first place?
Hold tight I wish that you could see through my eyes I've never really been good with goodbyes So keep holding on I'm holding on
This time I promise not to take the whole night I'm doing all I can to make this right So keep holding on I'm holding on
One day leads to decay What in the hell happened to us? My dear, you have a choice to make
Hold tight I wish that you could see through my eyes I've never really been good with goodbyes (With goodbyes) So keep holding on I'm holding on
This time I promise not to take the whole night I'm doing all I can, doing all I can to make this right So keep holding on I'm holding on
Hold tight I wish that you could see through my eyes I've never really been good with goodbyes (With goodbyes) So keep holding on Holding on
This time I promise not to take the whole night I'm doing all I can to make this right So keep holding on I'm holding on Keep holding on I'm holding onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
