Hold On

Written by：Eric Patrick Clapton/Phillip David Charles Collins

Deep down in the dead of night I call out your name

It seems now that nothing is right there's nothing but pain

If only I'd told you I love you now all I can do is

Hold on hold on to the feeling

You've got to hold on hold on to the feeling

I don't feel right on this sad night

Lord I've got thistles growing in my pillow

If you could believe in me then I could be strong

And then we could set our love free and right all these wrongs

You'll know when I touch you how much you still mean to me baby

Hold on hold on to the feeling

You've got to hold on hold on to the feeling

I don't feel right on this sad night

Lord I've got thistles growing in my pillow

Hold on hold on

Just give me one more chance

Please give me one more chance

Don't tell me our romance is through

Hold on hold on to the feeling

You've got to hold on hold on to the feeling

I don't feel right on this sad night

Lord I've got thistles growing in my pillow

Hold on hold on to the feeling

Hold on hold on to the feeling

You've got to hold on hold on to the feeling

Hold on hold on to the feeling

Hold on to the feeling

Hold on hold on to the feeling

Hold on hold on to the feeling

Hold on hold on to the feeling