Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone

Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone

Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone

Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone

Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone

Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone

Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone

Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone

Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone

Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone

Hold on hope   

When you don’t call 

Wake up, and wait for vision 

Search for light, in darkened rooms  

Let me see, all the figures behind me 

Courage low, and faint of heart  

I can feel it, I can feel it 

And now i see it, and now i see it’s right 

You gotta go away to come back home 

To stop holding on, to stop holding on,  

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

To be certain of alone, feel so alone  

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough 

I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone  

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,   

Wake up To make The decision  

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue 

And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling 

And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right 

To come back home,  

To be holding on, to be holding on,  to be holding on, to be holding on 

And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up 

What it feels to be alone