Deciphering the look that's in your eye

And the complicated rhythms of trying to get by

I know it's getting crazy

Me dragging all these ghosts out of your flame

Oh, tell me, is it still not safe to dream?

Since I've been a slave to a tight swing memory

I blurred out the faces and bargained with shame

But I missed myself and I missed you more

Think I saw God on your bedroom floor

Where you shine on and I caught myself believing

Tried to get away from it all

and slipped on a tight swing melody

What's the point of holding on if you

can't carry much more than you stole?

And leaving it all behind it feels

like it's someone you don't know

Burning some burned out memories of torn up families

In you, in you I see a war I chose to fight

I believed that I'd been something to see

Can't be high, can't be real it's hard being perceived

And it pulled me down, and it spun me round and round

It was a rolling stone and a heart attack

In a million pieces, I can't get back

But then you kissed me hard and I caught myself believing

Don't you know that holding on

is the same as freezing in time?

What do we take with us right now

and what do we leave behind?

Oh, I'm so tired, babe, of what I've been before

And hurt's I'll, but I can't take much more

But then you shine on, and then you kiss me hard

Oh, honey, rest alone 'cause I caught myself believing

Hold the door

Hold the door, hold the door

Mm