in the hue and cry of our fear- a love drive by
you're at the wheel, while i'm crouched
in a bathtub, South Central, L.A.
witty metaphors can't begin to describe
the frailty of our post - 12/9.
and the reason i cling
even more tightly by your side.
whoa, what a shame that I'm ever blind to see
at the end of the tunnel,
there's always a shining light.
it takes all of your life to stay alive.
my head under a rock,
please watch where you take your next step.
i'm holding on
if you hold onto everything that we've made.
here is where we are.
sitting free in our getaway car.
you're at the wheel, while i quiz you
on multiplication and radio.
witty metaphors begin to detail all this love, loss and laughter
and everything in between.
whoa, everyday when i wake
you'll be at the end of the tunnel
there's always a shining light.
it takes all of your life to stay alive
and working is fine
if at the end there is you.
and i'm holding on
if you hold onto everything that we've made.
and regardless of this mark that i'll carry.
i know that the sun sets and rise, set, rise.
and i'll be better when you wake in the morning light.
and i can honestly say
that i won't be afraid,
'cause you'll never let me go.
it takes all of your life to stay alive.
my head under a rock,
please watch where you take your next step.
i'm holding on
if you hold onto everything that we've made.