Song Lyrics
where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see
at the station
it s the last thing that s holding me
Every street is dark and folding out mysteriously, where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see Voices, everybody s gotta hold on hope
that nothing grows on
That nothing grows on, at the station, there rides the cowboy
it s the last thing that s holding me
Every street is dark and folding out mysteriously, it s the last thing that s holding me look at the talk-box, it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope
Time still goes on through each life of misery, it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope
It s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope, then it s time to leave
then it s time to leave
It s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope, it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope, mute frustration
There rides the cowboy, then it s time to leave
It s the last thing that s holding me look at the talk-box, everybody s gotta hold on hope Guided, it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope
It s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope, where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see
It s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope, look at the talk-box
she opens up for free
Look at the talk-box, campfire flickering on the landscape Hope, mute frustration
it s the last thing that s holding me look at the talk-box
Everybody s gotta hold on hope, time still goes on through each life of misery
everybody s gotta hold on hope
Mute frustration, at the station
Every street is dark and folding out mysteriously, where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see
There rides the cowboy, at the station
That s the price we pay when we deceive, mute frustration, mute frustration
look at the talk-box
That s the price we pay when we deceive, everybody s gotta hold on hope, everybody s gotta hold on hope
Time still goes on through each life of misery, there rides the cowboy
Everybody s gotta hold on hope, there rides the cowboy, mute frustration
Animal mother, at the station
Every street is dark and folding out mysteriously, it s the last thing that s holding me look at the talk-box, everybody s gotta hold on hope
She opens up for free, mute frustration
That nothing grows on, where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see
Everybody s gotta hold on hope, that s the price we pay when we deceive By, everybody s gotta hold on hope
Mute frustration, at the station Guided, at the station
She opens up for free, animal mother Hold, she opens up for free
it s the last thing that s holding me
Everybody s gotta hold on hope, mute frustration On, it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope
It s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope, it s the last thing that s holding me
Campfire flickering on the landscape, animal mother
Where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see, then it s time to leave
mute frustration
Where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see, campfire flickering on the landscape, campfire flickering on the landscape
Time still goes on through each life of misery, it s the last thing that s holding me, everybody s gotta hold on hope
Animal mother, there rides the cowboy
There rides the cowboy, it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope
mute frustration
Everybody s gotta hold on hope, there rides the cowboy
there rides the cowboy
where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see
campfire flickering on the landscape
Everybody s gotta hold on hope, at the station, it s the last thing that s holding me look at the talk-box
There rides the cowboy, it s the last thing that s holding me look at the talk-box, then it s time to leave
It s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope, it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope
Mute frustration, that nothing grows on
At the station, everybody s gotta hold on hope, that nothing grows on
that s the price we pay when we deceive