Holding Patterns Songtext
von Vandaveer

It feels like autumn
In this grey and listless town
And it seems like a hundred years have passed
Since we made that pact
We were very best of friends
Then we stumbled ′round the bend

Holding hands
Holding lands
And holding patterns
We designed


It feels like gambling
Like going out on a limb
On a high wire with clipped wings
So dizzy from towing the line
You hung me out to dry
I lost count recounting all the times

We were holding hands
Holding lands
And holding patterns
We designed

It feels like a foot race
We're running right out of time
Barefoot, bloodied
Winded and falling behind
We managed many miles
We side-stepped the finish line

Holding hands
Holding lands
And holding patterns
We designed