Hold

Composed by：Ian Docherty/Peter Dreimanis/Leah Fay Goldstein/Daniel Miles/Josh Warburton

Were you afraid you would set me off

You would call me out

I would call you soft

With that certain air of arrogance

That I confuse with confidence

Love can be so critical

You can call it hard

You can call it soft

Semantic parasitical

Psychoanalytical

You can hold me to the fire

With a hand on the wheel

You can hold me to the wall with a blade

You can hold your tongue and I'll still understand

Oh you can

You can hold me

You're a martyr baby

You overstrained

Help me out would you

Could you explain

About the heretics hateful pricks

And what they've got to do with this

I'm unclear

Will you rat me out

Will you force me clean

I don't wanna make a scene

The match above the gasoline

The latch that holds in everything

You can hold me to the fire

With a hand on the wheel

You can hold me to the wall with a blade

You can hold your tongue

And I'll still understand

Oh you can

You can hold me

The streetcar and the wire

The ember and the fire

You can hold me to the word that I relay

You can stick your tongue

At the queen and I'll stand by you

You can

You can hold me

You can hold me

You can hold me

You can hold me