Zelda Songtext
von Farewell

Words from a drunk and numbers in code
I got the pride of the Irish on the phone
Keep sending postcards from Chicago
Pressure′s building up, I think I might explode

Hold tight, I wish that you could see through my eyes
I've never really been good with goodbyes
So keep holding on, I′m holding on
So what'll it be?

Clothes in the trunk, I guess I should have known
Looks like the Queen of Confusion's got her throne
Save a White Russian for the drive home
Mint and hazelnut, I can′t forget how you taste
Windows boarded up, but were they ever really open in the first place?


Hold tight, I wish that you could see through my eyes
I′ve never really been good with goodbyes
So keep holding on, I'm holding on
This time, I promise not to take the whole night
I′m doing all I can to make this right
So keep holding on, I'm holding on

One day leads to decay
What in the hell happened to us?
Why do you have a choice to make?

Hold tight, I wish that you could see through my eyes
I′ve never really been good with goodbyes
So keep holding on, I'm holding on
This time, I promise not to take the whole night
I′m doing all I can to make this right
So keep holding on, I'm holding on
Hold tight, I wish that you could see through my eyes
I've never really been good with goodbyes
So keep holding on, I′m holding on
This time, I promise not to take the whole night
I′m doing all I can to make this right
So keep holding on, I'm holding on
So keep holding on, I′m holding on