Hold on to the Thread of Love

Drive down the road to the Morse code
Of the taxi horns, in my crown of thorns
Dripping golden blood, if I only could
I'd be rich today

See lovers kiss, speak private bliss
I walk away, no words to say
Out from these lips, if just one slipped
I'd be rich today. I'd be rich today

Kids in the park, fresh off the ark
Too young to know how hard it goes
For those who try just to stay dry
If I only knew why, I'd be rich today

Hold on, hold on, hold on
To the thread of love
Hold on, hold on, hold on
To the residue of living

Sex sells, sex kills, sex wells up and nearly fills you
Then slips from your hands, and you wonder
What is this sticky mess?

Freedom sells, freedom kills, freedom wells up
And nearly fills you then slips from your hands
And you wonder, What is this bloody mess?
You look back and wonder
What is this bloody mess?
Yeah, cuz you know

Winning sells, winners kill, winning wells up and
Nearly fills you then slips from your hands
And you wonder, What is this sweaty mess
Pooled all around you? What is this sweaty mess?

But still you
Hold on, hold on, hold on
To the residue of success

Drive down the road
Don't feel the cold
Don't fix the blame
Don't speak the name
Just do your best
Let go the rest, and try to

Hold on, hold on, hold on
To the thread of love
Hold on, hold on, hold on
To the residue of living