HOLDING ONTO HOLDING ON Testo

So she fell to the floor,
A shape of regret that woke the dead again.
Through the hours that creep,
Clutching at sleep,
She couldn't face the light.

Lost in hindsight,
Trapped in straight lines
But it's time for her to rise:
To live again.
Now we'll never let go;
We'll be holding on,
Holding on for something,
We always know: holding on,
Holding onto holding onto.

Barricaded the door,
In silhouette he woke the dead again.
To the hours beneath,
Stuttered like grief,
He couldn't face the night.

Lost in hindsight,
Drowned in daylight,
But it's time for him to rise:
To live again.