Текст песни
At the station, it s the last thing that s holding me invitation to the last dance, there rides the cowboy
she opens up for free
It s the last thing that s holding me, it s the last thing that s holding me invitation to the last dance, it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope
She opens up for free, campfire flickering on the landscape, time still goes on through each life of misery
She opens up for free, mute frustration, mute frustration
That nothing grows on, that nothing grows on, everybody s gotta hold on hope
mute frustration
Campfire flickering on the landscape, every street is dark and folding out mysteriously On, time still goes on through each life of misery
she opens up for free
where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see
It s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope, there rides the cowboy Voices, it s the last thing that s holding me
It s the last thing that s holding me invitation to the last dance, every street is dark and folding out mysteriously, everybody s gotta hold on hope
Time still goes on through each life of misery, everybody s gotta hold on hope
Where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see, mute frustration
It s the last thing that s holding me invitation to the last dance, it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope, that nothing grows on
Time still goes on through each life of misery, mute frustration
campfire flickering on the landscape
Mute frustration, it s the last thing that s holding me
it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope
Everybody s gotta hold on hope, everybody s gotta hold on hope
Every street is dark and folding out mysteriously, it s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope On, everybody s gotta hold on hope
At the station, mute frustration, then it s time to leave
Where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see, time still goes on through each life of misery
every street is dark and folding out mysteriously
then it s time to leave
Mute frustration, everybody s gotta hold on hope
That s the price we pay when we deceive, there rides the cowboy
It s the last thing that s holding me invitation to the last dance, there rides the cowboy Voices, campfire flickering on the landscape
that nothing grows on
every street is dark and folding out mysteriously
Everybody s gotta hold on hope, it s the last thing that s holding me invitation to the last dance
Mute frustration, there rides the cowboy
Where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see, then it s time to leave
everybody s gotta hold on hope
That s the price we pay when we deceive, where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see Hope, mute frustration
Everybody s gotta hold on hope, every street is dark and folding out mysteriously, campfire flickering on the landscape
Campfire flickering on the landscape, at the station By, then it s time to leave
everybody s gotta hold on hope
she opens up for free
Time still goes on through each life of misery, look at the talk-box, look at the talk-box
Animal mother, there rides the cowboy
where lies the chance we take to be always working reaching out for a hand that we can t see
Animal mother, everybody s gotta hold on hope Hold, it s the last thing that s holding me invitation to the last dance
it s the last thing that s holding me invitation to the last dance
There rides the cowboy, it s the last thing that s holding me
Everybody s gotta hold on hope, everybody s gotta hold on hope
Mute frustration, mute frustration
it s the last thing that s holding me
It s the last thing that s holding me everybody s gotta hold on hope, then it s time to leave
that s the price we pay when we deceive
Mute frustration, then it s time to leave, mute frustration