Lyrics

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 a 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 on