Pierre is walking

Under a red umbrella

The clouds look like an animal

Pierre, you feel so big but then so small

Every single time she calls you



You, for you I'm holding on



Whispers are spreading

Like miles of winter

Someone's lonely saxophone

Strangles him with a lone note

It makes sure he's dead

Then it runs home to you



He says “for you I am hunting

You, for you I am haunted

Me, for me I would be leaving

But for you I'm holding off”



Holding off



Pierre thinks of music

As the sound of her smile

On the other side he is waiting

Pierre, your mind, your heart, and your skin

Is the only thing that stands between you two



You should feel the one she names is you

Through every crack of dawn it's you

Every note in every song is you

You should feel she's weaving in

All of your feathers like the wind

A breath of forever and again

Held by you



For you I'm holding

You, for you I am haunted

You, for me I would be going

You, for you I am holding

You, I'm holding

You, I am holding off