作词 : Pollard 作曲 : Pollard Every street is dark And folding out mysteriously Where lies the chance We take to be always working Reaching out for a hand That we can't see Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Invitation to the last dance Then it's time to leave That's the price we pay When we deceive One another animal mother She opens up for free Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Look at the talkbox Mute frustration At the station There rides the cowboy Look at the talkbox Mute frustration At the station There rides the cowboy Campfire flickering On the landscape That nothing grows on Time still goes on Through each life of misery Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me
作词 : Pollard 作曲 : Pollard Every street is dark And folding out mysteriously Where lies the chance We take to be always working Reaching out for a hand That we can't see Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Invitation to the last dance Then it's time to leave That's the price we pay When we deceive One another animal mother She opens up for free Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Look at the talkbox Mute frustration At the station There rides the cowboy Look at the talkbox Mute frustration At the station There rides the cowboy Campfire flickering On the landscape That nothing grows on Time still goes on Through each life of misery Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me
