One thing about all this clock punching,
Brings back meaning to the weekend.
The heat gets shut off at midnight,
Noises seem louder with the lights off.
You eat and sleep and dream and ride your bike through the slip stream,
On footpaths that weren't built for bikes let alone people.
They're full of trucks and cars and dotted with topless bars.
This land that once was promised ours treats you like a stranger.
Hold on, my love, hold on.
If only for that cloud who burst it's skin and cried out loud
And sent us running with the crowd, the concert ruined.
The cute smiles of young boys beckon, if only for 9 seconds.
I know you're lonely so if only for the 'if only'.
Hold on, my love, hold on.
Oh please try to rest those peepers, you're jealous of easy sleepers.
Try not to think too hard, you might break something.
Sometimes my biggest fear is a dressing room between two mirrors, watching myself disappear forever and ever..
Hold on, my love, hold on