Hold On

It seems like I've been here before tonight It seems like I've been here before I'd like to TV, talk, and advertise We peddle candy door to door And hold tight; don't make more plans And don't talk; don't say no words And be still; now move like this And hold on; until we kiss And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight Why do the good things happen in the past? Streamline the news and trim the fat I love the city but I hate my job And this old city loves me back It's like a scream inside a scream They can trace it through the night into the church It seems it's never going to end Until our life cuts through the air into the womb And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight It's like a scream inside a scream It seems it's never going to end It's like a scream inside a scream It seems it's never going to end And hold tight; don't say no words And don't talk; give me no word And be still; now move like this And hold on; until the kiss And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight