'Cause she's two thousand light years away I hold my breath and close my eyes and Dream about her She holds my malakite so tight so Never let go I sit alone in my bedroom Staring at the walls I've been up all damn night long My pulse is speeding

Hold up, wait All of my heroes are rotting in their fucking graves One day, I will forget their name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name (hold up, wait!) When I was twenty-seven every night I had dreams

Wish I could bottle you up Wish I could hold ya, never let you leave Wish I could put it away, save it for a rainy day I'll drink it up and you're alive in me Then I could put it away, save it for a rainy day You know it kills me Then you disappear Wish

(Can you imagine?) There are moments that the words don’t reach That would be enough (Forgiveness) There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can And push away the unimaginable The moments when you’re in so deep It feels

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by

Look at me I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty holding your hand Walk my way and a thousand violins began to play Or it might be the sound of your hello This music I hear I get

You only hold me up like this Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness 'Cause all of our moves make up for the silence Like I'll never be the same 'Cause you don't know who I really am And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase I've got

You're gonna want to wear it out Behold the fishnet slut tonight Hustle Rose goes from limb to limb Fingertip to painted lip she sways her way up to him Says, â??Now that your wallet is all lit up Now that your wallet is all lit up You're gonna want to

Evil's comin', fight the fire, push has come to shove Let's all pray, we need the help of death from up above We must fight, we won't surrender, the king will never change Hold the line, there's no contender, the outcome's prearranged It's killed or be

So hold up and, take it through the night And we should follow through, to make it alright Now grab each others' hands, get 'em all I wanna see you rock to the piano It's not hard, (it's not hard) But I'd rather make a song they can play on the radio