作曲 : Pollard
作词 : Pollard
Every street is dark 
And folding out mysteriously 
Where lies the chance 
We take to be always working 
Reaching out for a hand 
That we can't see 
Everybody's got a hold on hope 
It's the last thing that's holding me 
Invitation to the last dance 
Then it's time to leave 
That's the price we pay 
When we deceive 
One another animal mother 
She opens up for free 
Everybody's got a hold on hope 
It's the last thing that's holding me 
Look at the talkbox 
Mute frustration 
At the station 
There rides the cowboy 
Look at the talkbox 
Mute frustration 
At the station 
There rides the cowboy 
Campfire flickering 
On the landscape 
That nothing grows on 
Time still goes on 
Through each life of misery 
Everybody's got a hold on hope 
It's the last thing that's holding me