Song | Holding Back |
Artist | Dougie MacLean |
Album | Marching Mystery |
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 |