Hold

Hold, hold him close
Hold him tight, he's not that old
And water rises over mountains now
Sat in his place, not a mark upon his face
I've heard they're walking miles and miles each day
I'll sing him the songs, that my father used to play
And the blackbirds never did much anyway
Oh, button up, stand up tall - today's your day
And though it's come, this rain is far too late

And what are those seams
That tie my life to his?
Is it a scar or is it a bridge?

Hold
Hold
Hold what you have
Hold what you have

Lies, full of lies
And there's a darkness in his eyes
And steam is rising slowly from the ice

Oh Eliza, tell me straight
Do you ever think we've made a mistake?

Standing, staring, caught out by the might
Of moving water coming
But those visions, are only in the mind
Surely we're still alright
How much farther to the end?
A father to the end

Our lady, with sirens in the night
Paints us all like we're blind

And what are those dreams
That bind my life to his?
It's a scar but also a bridge

Hold
Hold
Hold
Hold
Hold what you have