domingo, 2 de marzo de 2014

Hold my hand

I found a picture in my basement, my face a hundred years ago. But I don't want to do like he did, so full of pride and all alone. Escape is in my blood, fear is in my bones but I don't want to walk that road. Please, tell me:

"Hold my hand". I can hear the ghosts calling. Help me stand even if the sky is falling. And I want you to know I can't do it alone. Hold my hand, my hand. My hand.

This is the burden that I carry and it goes back a hundred years. But all the shit I did... I am done with it. You've got every right to leave, but stay with me.

Hold my hand. I can hear the ghosts calling. Help me stand even if the sky is falling. And I want you to know I can't do it alone. Hold my hand, my hand. My hand.

You're the reason why we could write a different story. Lift me up, lift me up. I'm falling on my knees again... Baby, hold my hand. I feel the ghost coming. Help me stand, I can see the sky falling.

Hold my hand. I can hear the ghosts calling. Help me stand, I can see the sky falling. And I need you to know I can't do this alone. Hold my hand, my hand. My hand.

I need you now... I need you. Hold my hand, hold my hand. I can hear the ghosts calling. Hold my hand, hold my hand...

The Fray

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