We were proud and young
Broken fool with lovers' lungs
She, the risen seed
Her, the shallow breath I breathe

Like a dog I run
She, the rabbit chased and won
Through a field of trees
Lost her way was lost on me

Should I hold on?
Should I hold on?

Summer's end will call
She, the rise and both will fall
To the cold return
And no longer for her I burn 

Should I hold on?
Should I hold on?

And should I hold on?