Lyrics: Thomas Roche
It was a feeling
And it started in my lungs
It was a vision
Never thought we'd come so far
I keep you on my mind
The lightning strikes
But sparks don't fly
I'm holding on for life
But I just don't feel it
The faintest word
Is heard so loud
And I'm barely breathing
I became so seasoned
Waiting up for you
Hold me out
Out for the wolves
Hold me out
Out for the wolves
More than you could ask for
A lot less than you could
Left me empty handed
And starved my love for good
Twistedly romantic
I wait for one more chance
I'm holding out
I'm holding out
It was a feeling
I can't shake Away
The voices in the dark
And I'm tired of winning
Aching
Just
To play it like before
I kept coming back for more
I'm holding out
I'm holding out
And I'm barely breathing
I became so seasoned
Waiting up for you
Hold me out
Out for the wolves
Hold me out
Out for the wolves