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

Everybody's got a hold on hope

It's the last thing that's holding me



Invitation to the last dance

Then it's time to leave

But that's the price we pay

when we deceive



One another/animal mother

She opens up for free

Everybody's got a hold on hope

It's the last thing that's

holding me



Look at the talkbox in mute

frustration

At the station

There hides the cowboy

His campfire flickering

on the landscape



That nothing grows on

But time still goes on

And through each life of misery

Everybody's got a hold on hope

It's the last thing that's holding me