Pop tart, what's our mission? Do we know, but never listen For too long, they held me under But I hear, it's almost over
In Detroit, on a Memphis train Like you said, it's down in the heat And the summer rain of the automatic gauze Of your memories down in the sleep At the airplane races
Try to hold on To this heart a little bit longer Try to hold on, to this love aloud
Try to hold on For this heart's a little bit colder Try to hold on to this love
Paperback scrawl your hidden poems Written around the dried out flowers Here we are still trading places To try to hold on
Pop tart, can you envision? A free world of clearer vision For too long they held us under But I know we're getting over
In Detroit, with the Nashville tears Like you said it's down in the heat With the broken numbers Down in the gaze of solemnity Down in the way, you've held together
To try to hold on To this heart a little bit closer Try to hold on, to this love aloud
Try to hold on For this heart's a little bit older Try to hold on, to this love aloud
And we are still alive Try to hold on And we have survived Try to hold on
And no one should deny, we tried to hold on To the pulse of the feedback current Into the flow of encrypted movement Slapback kills the ancient remnants That try to hold on
Try to hold on, to this heart alive Try to hold on, to this love aloud Try to hold on and we are still alive Try to hold on and we have survived
Try to hold on Pop tart, you never listen Skinned knees, try to hold on Stop start, what's our mission Skinned knees try to hold on