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Holding On

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 21.08.2012

(Jon Anderson, Jonathan Elias, Steve Howe)

See the searching...
See the people...

Out in the darkness I'm soul searching;
Did you find what we had lost?
All this time I've got to thinking about the promises;
How long this energy of Winter?
How many times could we never love?
How many times is time enough?

All the foolish notions: When we'll die that's all that is.
We can never really understand the broken promises.
All along we run together (Remember?)
All along we run as one (Remember?)
When you find a perfect union, you've got to follow it.

Stop that reason! Get the answer!
You've got to stop that thinking out loud! (Get the answer!)
Go where your heart tells you to (Get the answer!)
You're not that innocent! You've been around!

Got to be right; got it coming to you.
How many times is time enough? (Who we love?)
Your time is just beginning out of all where we came from.

Holding on: This point receiving; there it is!
Holding on: Can you remember?
Holding on: Was it ever like this?
Holding on: It's the most important thing.

It was the first time that I saw you
It was the first time that I knew
Out of all my disbelieving,
Holding on, I was holding you.


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