Текст песни Holding On - James Vincent McMorrow

I'm in that field again
You're in here too
I think there's tigers here
They seem confused
Don't take things so literally
This isn't really a field
More like a metaphorical representation of
Who shook it once last year

How do I die?
How do I die?
Somebody here knows
How do I die?
How do I die?
Somebody here's withholding

Information
Information
From me and my father
Information
Information
From me and my partners

So I buy a house
I buy a house
Fill it with animals
I buy a house
I buy a house
Fill it with gold expenses

You call me up
You call me up
And we go out sometimes
You call me up
You call me up
And then you realise

That I think too much
Or not enough
Can't get the balance right
I think too much
Or not enough
It keeps me up at night

I order food
Pomegranates
Not my favourite fruit
I wait in line
I wait in line
Wait in line
Wait in line

I believe in holding on
I believe
I believe in holding on
I believe in holding
I believe in holding on
I believe
I believe in holding on
I believe in holding
I believe in holding on
I believe in holding
I believe in holding on
I believe in holding
I believe in holding on
I believe in holding
I believe in holding on

I believe in holding on

I believe in holding on
I believe in holding on
I believe in holding on
I believe in holding on