Hold on.

 

I am wrung-out, hollow; an empty man of clay

Staring up at you from my well of shame

When the silence has grown – a yawning divide

And the sound of your laughter seems so far away

 

When I am falling,

I am falling

 

When all that I’ve given you is days of pain

I’ve stumbled, lost and blind, and fallen

animated by your forgiving words

The locus of my heart restored

 

When I am falling...

 

But you hold on to me, hold on to me;

Forgive me for the stupid things I’ve done.

All you ask of me is what I already am

You hold on to me, hold on to me;

Forgive me for the stupid things I’ve said.

You give me the simple things that make me glad.

 

You hold on to me, hold on to me;

Forgive me for the stupid things I’ve said.

All you ask of me is what I already am;

you hold on to me, hold on to me;

Forgive me for the stupid things I’ve done

And I thought that you were the lucky one