Every street is dark And folding out mysteriously Where lies the chance We take to be always working Reaching out for a hand That we can't see Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Invitation to the last dance
Then it's time to leave That's the price we pay When we deceive One another animal mother She opens up for free Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Look at the talkbox
In mute frustration At the station There hides the cowboy Look at the talkbox In mute frustration At the station There hides the cowboy His campfire flickering
On the landscape That nothing grows on But time still goes on And through each life of misery Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me
Compositor: Robert PollardPublicado em 2011ECAD verificado fonograma #18751267 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM