Hold

Were you afraid you would set me off?
You would call me out, I would call you soft
With that certain air of arrogance
That I confuse with confidence

Love can be so critical
You can call it hard, you can call it soft
Semantic parasitical
Psychoanalytical

You can hold me to the fire
With a hand on the wheel
You can hold me to the wall with a blade
You can hold your tongue and I'll still understand
Oh, you can
You can hold me

You're a martyr baby
You over strained
Help me out, would you?
Could you explain?
About the heretics and hateful pricks
And what they've got to do with this

I'm unclear
Will you rat me out?
Will you force me clean?
I don't wanna make a scene
The match above the gasoline
The latch that holds in everything

You can hold me to the fire
With a hand on the wheel
You can hold me to the wall with a blade
You can hold your tongue and I'll still understand
Oh, you can
You can hold me

The streetcar and the wire
The ember and the fire
You can hold me to the word that I relay
You can stick your tongue at the queen and I'll stand by you
You can

You can hold me
You can hold me
You can hold me
You can hold me