I've got the pride of the Irish on the phone

Keep sending postcards from Chicago



Pressure's building up

I think I might explode



Hold tight

I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

So keep holding on

I'm holding on

So what'll it be?



Clothes in the trunk

I guess I should have known

Looks like the Queen of Confusion's got her throne

Save all White Russian for the drive home



Mint and hazelnut

I can't forget how you taste

Windows boarded up

But were they ever really open in the first place?



Hold tight

I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

So keep holding on

I'm holding on



This time I promise not to take the whole night

I'm doing all I can to make this right

So keep holding on

I'm holding on



One day leads to decay

What in the hell happened to us?

My dear, you have a choice to make



Hold tight

I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

(With goodbyes)

So keep holding on

I'm holding on



This time I promise not to take the whole night

I'm doing all I can, doing all I can to make this right

So keep holding on

I'm holding on



Hold tight

I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

(With goodbyes)

So keep holding on

Holding on



This time I promise not to take the whole night

I'm doing all I can to make this right

So keep holding on

I'm holding on

Keep holding on

I'm holding on