Our Plans, Collapsing Songtext
von Chris Walla

Our plans, collapsing
Our lives fall apart today
And we cannot find the words to make it hopeful
Our understanding brings no solace or repair
And a storm now gathers hard about our heads
As we fade to sleep in newly single beds

You cannot be my inspiration and I will not be your light
I tried to give you everything
You need to know I live to hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on


If I dreamt to bee sting, when I carved a gaping wound
Made for me a sling and I tied it, truly
You understood me, and that clearly makes it hard
When i give myself to someone else′s home
You lived with me and now you live alone

These hands of ours, they were a contract
Those pinholes were our sky
There no easy way from here to there
There is no kind consideration in falling out of love
Bless us both for trying to be there

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Stories in stories, lines between lines
Photos, postcards, handwritten asides
Stories in stories, that's between lives
Stories, and stories
And stories