| Song | Holding Back |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Marching Mystery |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It’s in the darkness of believing | |
| It’s in the shadows where we have to stand | |
| Beside the loving and the grieving | |
| O I’ll never understand | |
| It’s in the way it has to reach us | |
| It’s in the restless of the shifting sand | |
| And all the truth it has to teach us | |
| O I’ll never understand | |
| Holding back to listen to the ocean | |
| Holding back to dance inside the storm | |
| I may be foolish but I don’t care | |
| As long as you are there | |
| From edge to edge we take our pleasure | |
| We follow blindly each insane command | |
| Judged by some eternal measure | |
| O I’ll never understand | |
| O and peace is child to no-one | |
| We’re held together by an endless strand | |
| First to be woven then to be undone | |
| O I’ll never understand | |
| Soon all the promises are broken | |
| And expectation passes underhand | |
| And not a gentle word is spoken | |
| O I’ll never understand | |
| It’s in the darkness of believing | |
| It’s in the shadows where we have to stand | |
| Between the loving and the grieving | |
| O I’ll never understand |
| It' s in the darkness of believing | |
| It' s in the shadows where we have to stand | |
| Beside the loving and the grieving | |
| O I' ll never understand | |
| It' s in the way it has to reach us | |
| It' s in the restless of the shifting sand | |
| And all the truth it has to teach us | |
| O I' ll never understand | |
| Holding back to listen to the ocean | |
| Holding back to dance inside the storm | |
| I may be foolish but I don' t care | |
| As long as you are there | |
| From edge to edge we take our pleasure | |
| We follow blindly each insane command | |
| Judged by some eternal measure | |
| O I' ll never understand | |
| O and peace is child to noone | |
| We' re held together by an endless strand | |
| First to be woven then to be undone | |
| O I' ll never understand | |
| Soon all the promises are broken | |
| And expectation passes underhand | |
| And not a gentle word is spoken | |
| O I' ll never understand | |
| It' s in the darkness of believing | |
| It' s in the shadows where we have to stand | |
| Between the loving and the grieving | |
| O I' ll never understand |
| It' s in the darkness of believing | |
| It' s in the shadows where we have to stand | |
| Beside the loving and the grieving | |
| O I' ll never understand | |
| It' s in the way it has to reach us | |
| It' s in the restless of the shifting sand | |
| And all the truth it has to teach us | |
| O I' ll never understand | |
| Holding back to listen to the ocean | |
| Holding back to dance inside the storm | |
| I may be foolish but I don' t care | |
| As long as you are there | |
| From edge to edge we take our pleasure | |
| We follow blindly each insane command | |
| Judged by some eternal measure | |
| O I' ll never understand | |
| O and peace is child to noone | |
| We' re held together by an endless strand | |
| First to be woven then to be undone | |
| O I' ll never understand | |
| Soon all the promises are broken | |
| And expectation passes underhand | |
| And not a gentle word is spoken | |
| O I' ll never understand | |
| It' s in the darkness of believing | |
| It' s in the shadows where we have to stand | |
| Between the loving and the grieving | |
| O I' ll never understand |