Sangtekst: Antje Duvekot. Hold On.
When your heart is bent to weigh down a train
Hold on
When your soul is shipwrecked and you?re miles away
Hold on
When your fortress is an eggshell
Full of haunted cracks you cannot weld
There's no mercy sleep under stolen sheets
In a stillborn dream when your tank is empty
When your path is dark and your compass gone
When your map is torn, torn
And all your life you never thought you'd end here
Hold on
And all the glass is in pieces and the maids are in tears
Hold on
Now you're waiting for a rescue
But no snow white horse shows up for you
There's no mercy sleep under stolen sheets
In a stillborn dream when your tank is empty
When your path is dark and your compass gone
When your map is torn, torn
Minefield crossroads, watch the time flow
Crossless martyrs, just gets harder
Voiceless whisper, tongue played twister
Mirror, mirror, wish you were here
There's no mercy sleep under stolen sheets
In a stillborn dream when your tank is empty
When your path is dark, and your compass gone
When your map is torn, torn
There's no mercy sleep under stolen sheets
In a stillborn dream when your tank is empty
When your path is dark, and your compass gone
When your map is torn, torn
Hold on
When your soul is shipwrecked and you?re miles away
Hold on
When your fortress is an eggshell
Full of haunted cracks you cannot weld
There's no mercy sleep under stolen sheets
In a stillborn dream when your tank is empty
When your path is dark and your compass gone
When your map is torn, torn
And all your life you never thought you'd end here
Hold on
And all the glass is in pieces and the maids are in tears
Hold on
Now you're waiting for a rescue
But no snow white horse shows up for you
There's no mercy sleep under stolen sheets
In a stillborn dream when your tank is empty
When your path is dark and your compass gone
When your map is torn, torn
Minefield crossroads, watch the time flow
Crossless martyrs, just gets harder
Voiceless whisper, tongue played twister
Mirror, mirror, wish you were here
There's no mercy sleep under stolen sheets
In a stillborn dream when your tank is empty
When your path is dark, and your compass gone
When your map is torn, torn
There's no mercy sleep under stolen sheets
In a stillborn dream when your tank is empty
When your path is dark, and your compass gone
When your map is torn, torn