Dear life, I'm holding on Dear life, I'm holding on, uh How long must I wait Before the thrill is gone, uh You sang your swan song to the dogs 'Cause they made mincemeat of the dreams you hung your hopes on So you cut it out, well your sins cost While

Just a little way Go to sleep We're so tired now Altogether in a snake pit of souls To throw your chains away To try to hang your hopes on the wind Today all we need is waiting

To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you Well I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for

La, la, la, la, la, la, la And if that's what you want I hate to let you down I got your hopes up But I'm gonna be the one that let you down Now I got you hoping Don't let me let you down Hey, baby I'm not your superhuman Hey, baby I'm not your superhuman

That to me is what your eyes are, Soft as stars in April skies are, Tell me some day you'll fulfill Their promise of a thrill. Flashing eyes in which my hopes rise, Let me show you where my heart lies. Let me prove that it adores That loveliness of yours.

But it's not that easy But I've got high hopes, it takes me back to when we started High hopes, when you let it go, go out and start again High hopes, oh, when it all comes to an end But the world keeps spinning around Broken bottles in the hotel lobby

For my home and my English rose But my heart still beats But I'd long to be Oh, my heart still beats Across the sea By the Tennessee skyline They told me I'd find my hopes and my dreams In the bed of my true love Back where I came from

You of destruction Of hope's deconstruction Innocence is lost when The blood of innocents I never ask myself why injustice befell me Accepted of the fact, Try and live a life of peace

No use old girl You may as well surrender Your hopes are getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Just sit there and count your little

You showed me my tomorrow Beside a box of matches A welcome threatening stir My hopes of being stolen Might just ring true Depends who you prefer But if it's true you're gonna run away Tell me where I'll meet you there