Ah-ah, ah-ah I think I'm breaking down again Ah-ah, ah-ah I think I'm breaking down I can see it coming from the edge of the room Creeping in the streetlight holding my hand in the pale gloom Can you see it coming now? All alone it was always there you

One, two, three, one two, three, drink Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier On for tonight, on for tonight I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like

I want to hold your hand, I want to hold your hand. I think you'll understand. When I'll say that something And when I touch you I feel happy inside. It's such a feeling that my love I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide. Oh yeah, I'll tell you

When I need you It's only a heart beat away When I need love I never knew there was so much love I just close my eyes and I'm with you And all that I so want to give you I hold out my hand and I touch love Keeping me warm night and day Miles and miles of

For all we know We may never meet again Before we go Make this moment live again We won't say goodbye Until the last minute I'll hold out my hand And my heart will be in it This might only be a dream

When we built these dreams on sand, How they all slipped through our hands. And this might be our only chance. Let's take this one day at a time, I'll hold your hand if you hold mine. The time that we kill keeps us alive. ...So please don't ask me how I

My love (so don't give away) Ain't another woman that could take your spot Because, I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach our toes in the sand I can see us on the country side Sitting in the grass laying side by side You can be my baby Let me

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm a grown-ass man child, baby (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand I'm a grown-ass man child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I crush brunch like a mother, hold the bread like a hustler Wife was the light of

Your sting red full stops my skin, dotted, scratch scratch, now I’m bleeding. Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings. There’s bears in the wood and they’re out to get me, And I’m safe from harm if I stay in this chalet. And hold me tight