Текст: Katy Eggleton. A Hand To Hold. Pulling Back.

I am answering your message, i can see you?re getting restless, you?re telling me how it?s the worst thing of your life?you are different, i?ve been told, but i know you?re a hand to hold, to cross the busy street when we?re downtown at night?you always have stories for me, some i even don?t believe, it?s hard for me to ever think of, living life like that?you wish to live inside a bubble, you always seem to get in trouble, not with the law but with the people here?pulling back, the tension on the surface to get what?s deep inside, so i?m pulling back, i?m only holding on to help you fly?you are like a kite sometimes, the way you dodge the power lines, I?ll grip your string so tight and i swear i won?t let go?find your reason and run with it, it?s the safe thing to resist it, tomorrow?s as predictable, as the wind?pulling back, the tension on the surface to get what?s deep inside, so i?m pulling back, i?m only holding on to help you fly?no one ever sees you crying, all i know is you are trying, to find a refuge that protects you, from the world?i have always been here for you, i?m the one who won?t ignore you?we are bad at making plans, and we are bad at keeping friends, who love us as ourselves, and ask for nothing more?will you stop shooting me those glances, i don?t always have the answers, to questions you will ask me that i?ve asked before?pulling back, the tension on the surface to get what?s deep inside, so i?m pulling back, i?m only holding on to help you fly?pulling back, the tension on the surface to get what?s deep inside, so i?m pulling back, i?m only holding on to help you fly?pulling back?