Holding Pattern

Washing my hands through the night, can't sleep for the sirens
Screaming one man's freedom's, another's fever that keeps rising
Along with this sneak-attack sun, but I promise hon
I can make the coffee strong enough to get us to the wine

In a holding pattern

Remembering when we could land in any old weather
Singing nothing's so wrong that the right song can't make it better
But when will the aerosols fly through the stage lights
Towards the front row of my next audience, I wonder

In a holding pattern
Circling around
Won't ya hold me darling
'Til the wheels touch down

Here in your arms, a chorus of alarms sounding like vespers
Your lips to my ears, don't forget we're alone in this together
Glory to any true love as it once was
As it is now and just might have to be forever

In a holding pattern
Circling around
Hold me and I'll hold you darling
'Til the wheels touch down

We're in a holding pattern

So hold me, darling
While the world burns down